Life (n.) needs a master even more than reading and writing do.
Life (n.) is opinion; the universe is change.
Life (n.) is nothing but an opinion, as the world is nothing but change.
Life (n.) should be lived like a soldier listening for the trumpet that sounds retreat.
Life (n.) is harvested like standing grain, each stalk grown and cut down in its turn.
Life (n.) can no more be held on to than the water of a rushing stream.
Life (n.) cannot be made worse by anything that does not make the man himself worse.
Life (n.) is a war and a stay in a foreign land, and after it comes oblivion.
Life (n.) is reaped like a ripe ear of corn: one stands, another falls.
Life (n.) is warfare and a stay in a foreign land, and the reputation that outlives it is oblivion.
Life (n.) is like the baths: oil, sweat, dirt and grayish water — all of it disgusting.
Life (n.) is a wind — and not even one steady wind, but a breath let out and sucked back in every moment.
Life (n.) is a voyage: you boarded, set sail, made the passage — and now it is time to disembark.
Life (n.) is a series of actions, and like any single action it is none the worse for stopping when it is meant to.
Life (n.) on earth bears only one fruit: a holy disposition and acts for the common good.
Life (n.) is like your bath-water — oil, sweat, filth, sticky water, all things disgusting — and so is each part of it, and every object.
A Life (n.) has to be assembled by hand, action by action; when an obstacle blocks one piece, accept it and another piece presents itself.
Life (n.) is warfare and a journey far from home: the body a river, the soul a dream and mist, and lasting fame only oblivion.
Life (n.) can feel finished already: the story is full, the service done — so look back over what you endured and whom you treated well.
A Life (n.) is part of the whole as an hour is part of the day: like an hour it comes, and like an hour it passes.