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My trade and art is to live.

Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, Although they come and go by day, Are like the smith's bellows: They take breath but are not alive.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Life is like music, it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule. Nevertheless one had better know the rules, for they sometimes guide in doubtful cases, though not often.

Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.

We are forced to participate in the games of life before we can possibly learn how to use the options in the rules governing them.

Life is the game that must be played, this truth at least, good friends, we know; so live and laugh, nor be dismayed as one by one the phantoms go.

Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.

I\'m passionately involved in life: I love its change, its color, its movement. To be alive, to be able to see, to walk, to have houses, music, paintings--iT\'s All A Miracle.

No man enjoys the true taste of life, but he who is ready and willing to quit it.

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature. Everything is organic and living, and therefore the whole world appears to be a living organism.

Life is short. Time is fleeting. Realise the Self. Purity of the heart is the gateway to God. Aspire. Renounce. Meditate. Be good; do good. Be kind; be compassionate. Inquire, know Thyself.

Life is a pilgrimage. The wise man does not rest by the roadside inns. He marches direct to the illimitable domain of eternal bliss, his ultimate destination.

The unexamined life is not worth living.

Never rail at the world, it is just as we make it,- We see not the flower if we sow not the seed; And as for ill-luck, why, it is just as we take it,- The heart that is in earnest no bars can impede.

Life has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup.

Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

The old believe everything; the middle-aged suspect everything; the young know everything.