Life is a song – sing it. Life is a game – play it. Life is a challenge – meet it. Life is a dream – realize it. Life is a sacrifice – offer it. Life is love – enjoy it.
For each of us, life is a journey. Heavenly Father designed it for us out of love. Each of us has unique experiences and characteristics, but our journey began in the same place before we were born into this world.
To give one’s life is a right only when one gives it unselfishly.
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed.
I’m working now on a collection of Shakespearean sonnets, about 100 of them, that I may publish if anyone’s interested. My take on life is a little different from the bard’s.
Life is a quarry, out of which we are to mold and chisel and complete a character.
Young writers should keep out of pubs and remember that the cliche way of the artistic life is a lie.
Suffering without understanding in this life is a heap worse than suffering when you have at least the grain of an idea what it’s all for.
If things are too easy, life is a whole lot less interesting.
Biology, meaning the science of all life, is a late notion.