Worse than the composers' suffering, though, was the fact that the girl was playing the music with such soul because she knew she was going to die. And am not going to die? Where is my soul that I might play the music of my own life with such enthusiasm?

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

Live, for this is the time of your life.

If there is a single lesson I have learned, it is this: in life, we are destined to lose many things. That is the nature of life. Never mind. Just don't lose the present. Nothing is worth it. There is nothing more important than "this," the fullness of life right now.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.

What a time! What a civilization!

Nature gives you the face you have at twenty it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.

I am sure I'd have made a better all-around man if I hadn't lost so much time just making a living.

Life is brief, art is long.

Ars longa, vita brevis, occasio praeceps, experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile. Life is short, [the] art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment dangerous, judgment difficult.

Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once.

We postpone our literary work until we have more ripeness and skill to write, and we one day discover that our literary talent wasa youthful effervescence which we have now lost.