Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.

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

Once in his life, every man is entitled to fall madly in love with a gorgeous redhead.

A life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things. There will be sleeping enough in the grave.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

Life must be lived as play.

Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.

This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.