*To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

*The Best Things in Life are Free.
B.G. DeSylva, Lew Brown, and Ray Henderson
Song from the Musical 'Good News'.

*The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
Robert Heinlein

*The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.
Chinese Proverb

*How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.
George Washington Carver

*Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can.
Danny Kaye

*Where there is love there is life.
Indira Gandhi

*Live dangerously and you live right.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

*Life is the sum of all your choices.
Albert Camus

*Life is like musicit must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.
Samuel Butler

*Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Victor Hugo

*Life is nothing without friendship.
Marcus Tullius Cicero


*All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shankand his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare
As You Like It, 2. 7