Life (n.) is most delightful when it is on the downward slope..
Life (n.) is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.
Life (n.) is a play. it's not its length but its performance that counts.
Life (n.) is like a play; it is not the length, but the excellence of the acting that matters.
A Life (n.) without a chosen harbour is steered by chance: if you do not know where you sail, no wind is favourable, and so chance necessarily has great power over you.
Life (n.) is what we waste on things we acquire for the sake of life: the things people purchase with their lives are trivial.
Life (n.) is not made for delicate souls: it splashes you as in the baths, shoves you as in a crowd, muddies you as on a wet road.
Life (n.) passes, the largest part of it while we do ill, a good share while we do nothing, and the whole of it while we do what is beside the point.
Life (n.) is measured by men for its length, not its nobility — though anyone can live nobly and no one has the power to live long.
Life (n.) is short, and we make it shorter by breaking it into little bits — ever fresh beginnings, one after another.
Life (n.) is spent by many merely accumulating the instruments of life; they do not live but are preparing to live.
Life (n.) finds us lingering and passes us by as if it belonged to another; it ends on the final day but perishes every day.
Life (n.) really means being made use of by many, and making use of oneself; the torpid man in his house might as well have his name carved on the lintel — he has died before he is dead.
Life (n.) is a term of service for the wise man, like a soldier's enlistment: he neither loves it nor hates it.
Life (n.) is never left unfinished if it was honourable: wherever you leave it, if you leave it the right way, it is a whole.
Life (n.) itself is slavery when the courage to die is missing.
Life (n.) is lived on fixed terms: if you are satisfied with them, submit; if not, leave by whatever way you please.
Life (n.) has to be accepted on the same terms as the public baths or a crowd: things get thrown at you and things hit you.
Life (n.) is poured like wine: the purest comes first and the dregs settle at the bottom — will we let others drain it and keep the dregs for ourselves?
Life (n.) should be measured like a jewel, by its weight and not its width — by its performance, not its duration.