You’re born. You suffer. You die. Fortunately, there’s a loophole.

I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself than this incessant business.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

To abandon oneself to principles is really to die – and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

What I’m asking for is hard. It’s easier to be cynical; to accept that change isn’t possible, and politics is hopeless, and to believe that our voices and actions don’t matter. But if we give up now, then we forsake a better future.

An act has no ethical quality whatever unless it be chosen out of several all equally possible.

No matter how dull, or how mean, or how wise a man is, he feels that happiness is his indisputable right.

Every man is a creative cause of what happens, a primum mobile with an original movement.

Death is not the worst that can happen to men.

Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.

The first lesson a revolutionary must learn is that he is a doomed man.

The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.

The aim of the wise is not to secure pleasure, but to avoid pain.

One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth, it at least serves as a rule of life and there is nothing better.

We think we have solved the mystery of creation. Maybe we should patent the universe and charge everyone royalties for their existence.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime.

Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.

Reason has always existed, but not always in a reasonable form.

Life is a gamble. You can get hurt, but people die in plane crashes, lose their arms and legs in car accidents; people die every day. Same with fighters: some die, some get hurt, some go on. You just don’t let yourself believe it will happen to you.

All I really had was a suitcase and my drums. So I took them up to Seattle and hoped it would work.

Death is the king of this world: ‚Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.

Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.

A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.

Necessity is not an established fact, but an interpretation.

I am certain no one sets out to be cruel, but our treatment of the elderly ill seems to have no philosophy to it. As a society, we should establish whether we have a policy of life at any cost.

As men are not able to fight against death, misery, ignorance, they have taken it into their heads, in order to be happy, not to think of them at all.

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

I totally disagree with the view that the Tibet struggle will die, and there will be no hope for Tibet, after the Dalai Lama passes away.

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

Because I believe in God and have faith in God, it doesn’t mean I am immortal. It doesn’t mean I am immune, as has been claimed. I am as scared as anyone of getting hurt, especially driving a Formula One car.

As long as the people don’t fear the truth, there is hope. For once they fear it, the one who tells it doesn’t stand a chance. And today, truth is still beautiful… but so frightening.

In seeking comfort, we generally find a quiet corner in life where there is a minimum of conflict, and then we are afraid to step out of that seclusion.

Love, we say, is life; but love without hope and faith is agonizing death.

I was born on January 8, 1942, exactly three hundred years after the death of Galileo. I estimate, however, that about two hundred thousand other babies were also born that day. I don’t know whether any of them was later interested in astronomy.

The optimist thinks this is the best of all possible worlds. The pessimist fears it is true.

Life is a dead-end street.

The false is nothing but an imitation of the true.

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth.

To depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.

A man’s delight in looking forward to and hoping for some particular satisfaction is a part of the pleasure flowing out of it, enjoyed in advance. But this is afterward deducted, for the more we look forward to anything the less we enjoy it when it comes.

Without discipline, there’s no life at all.

The stroke of death is as a lover’s pinch, which hurts and is desired.

The more sand has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.

What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy.

Man will occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of the time he will pick himself up and continue on.

Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It’s perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we’ve learned something from yesterday.

Life must be lived as play.

Life is not a spectator sport. If you’re going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you’re wasting your life.

If you lose a big fight, it will worry you all of your life. It will plague you – until you get your revenge.

The unnatural, that too is natural.

The loss of life will be irreplaceable.

Expecting is the greatest impediment to living. In anticipation of tomorrow, it loses today.

God does not play dice.

Therefore I am sure that this, my Coronation, is not the symbol of a power and a splendor that are gone but a declaration of our hopes for the future, and for the years I may, by God’s Grace and Mercy, be given to reign and serve you as your Queen.

Without gambling, I would not exist.

Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.