Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.

I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches.

To live a pure unselfish life, one must count nothing as one's own in the midst of abundance.

The only real failure in life is not to be true to the best one knows.

It is one of the beautiful compensations in this life that no one can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.

Life loves the liver of it.

There is just one life for each of us: our own.

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

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

It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to lose it all.