I don't believe people are looking for the meaning of life as much as they are looking for the experience of being alive.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

The happiness of this life depends less on what befalls you than the way in which you take it.

People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.

For the happiest life, days should be rigorously planned, nights left open to chance.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.