Every man dies. Not every man really lives.

What we play is life.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.

We can't plan life. All we can do is be available for it.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

A man sooner or later discovers that he is the master-gardener of his soul, the director of his life.

A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

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