"This life a theatre we well may call, Where very actor must perform with art, Or laugh it through, and make a farce of all, Or learn to bear with grace his tragic part."

"Id quoque, quod vivam, munus habere dei. This also, that I live, I consider a gift of God."

"My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shade of evening close Is scatter'd on the ground to die."

"Wile some no other cause for life can give But a dull habitude to live."

"Our days begin with trouble here, our life is but a span, And cruel death is always near, so frail a thing is man."

"I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way."

"Nor on one string are all life's jewels strung."

"Life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns, And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."

"The longer one lives the more he learns."

"Vain were the man, and false as vain, Who said, were he ordained to run His long career of life again He would do all that he had done."

"In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon."

"'Tis not the whole of life to live; Nor all of death to die."

": Life is but jest: A dream, a doom; A gleam, a gloom— And then—good rest! Life is but play; A throb, a tear: A sob, a sneer; And then—good day."

"La vie est vaine: Un peu d'amour, Un peu de haine— Et puis-bonjour! La vie est brève: Un peu d'espoir, Un peu de rêve— Et puis—bon soir!"

"Were I to live my life over again, I should live it just as I have done. I neither complain of the past, nor do I fear the future."

"A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet."

": To take away life is a power which the vilest of the earth have in common; to give it belongs to gods and kings alone."

"Il torre altrui la vita È facoltà commune Al più vil della terra; il darla è solo De' Numi, e de' Regnanti."

"Life is a mission. Every other definition of life is false, and leads all who accept it astray. Religion, science, philosophy, though still at variance upon many points, all agree in this, that every existence is an aim."

"Strait is the gate and narrow is the way which leadeth unto life."

"Wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction."

"Man cannot call the brimming instant back; Time's an affair of instants spun to days; If man must make an instant gold, or black, Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways. Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. Life's an affair of instants spun to years, Instants are only cause of all these tears."

"While we least think it he prepares his Mate. Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases, Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces."

"On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street, The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet, With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea And—the great movement changes—the pageant passes me."

": A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice."

"Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus: hoc est vivere bis, vita posse priore frui."

"He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health."

": To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itself's too late, the wise lived yesterday."

"Cras vives; hodie jam vivere, Postume, serum est. Ille sapit, quisquis, Postume, vixit heri."

": It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day."

"Non est, crede mihi sapientis dicere "vivam." Sera nimis vita est crastina, vive hodie."

": Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today."

"Sera nimis vita est crastina: vive hodie."

": We are always beginning to live, but are never living."

"Victuros agimus semper, nec vivimus unquam."

"An ardent throng, we have wandered long, We have searched the centuries through, In flaming pride, we have fought and died, To keep its memory true. We fight and die, but our hopes beat high, In spite of the toil and tears, For we catch the gleam of our vanished dream Down the path of the Untrod Years."

": Whilst life remains it is well."

"Vita dum superest, bene est."

"Our life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e'en now, e'en now, we die."

"Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men; but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction."

"Live and think."

"Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought!"

"Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave."

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!"

"Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!"