But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life, and thanks to a benevolent arrangement the greater part of life is sunshine.

Death and life have their determined appointments; riches and honors depend upon heaven.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering – and it’s all over much too soon.

If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.

You are going to let the fear of poverty govern you life and your reward will be that you will eat, but you will not live.

This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Passions are the gales of life.

If a whole bunch of people want to make your life a living hell, they’re gonna do it.

You can’t imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

Friends… they cherish one another’s hopes. They are kind to one another’s dreams.

After your death you will be what you were before your birth.

It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment’s grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one’s life.

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

Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.

True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.

To the wise, life is a problem; to the fool, a solution.

To live without Hope is to Cease to live.

Nothing is more precious than independence and liberty.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.

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.

My favorite things in life don’t cost any money. It’s really clear that the most precious resource we all have is time.

To not follow your passion in life is a recipe for failure and unhappiness.

Millions of people die every day. Everyone’s got to go sometime.

If you are not being bullied all I would say – cause I like to talk about the other side of it as well – is you know, be someone that nurtures, and if there’s someone in your class that maybe doesn’t have a lot of friends, be the person that sits with them in the cafeteria sometimes; be the bigger person.

Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.

The act of dying is one of the acts of life.

Life’s like a play: it’s not the length, but the excellence of the acting that matters.

It seems the older you get, the more life comes into focus.

There is no security on this earth; there is only opportunity.

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.

I’m here as a product of process of evolution, which doesn’t make very many exceptions. And which rates life relatively cheaply.

A friend is, as it were, a second self.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

Life is a tragedy when seen in close-up, but a comedy in long-shot.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Life opens up opportunities to you, and you either take them or you stay afraid of taking them.

Fear seems to have many causes. Fear of loss, fear of failure, fear of being hurt, and so on, but ultimately all fear is the ego’s fear of death, of annihilation. To the ego, death is always just around the corner. In this mind-identified state, fear of death affects every aspect of your life.

Once you fully apprehend the vacuity of a life without struggle, you are equipped with the basic means of salvation.

The greatest sweetener of human life is Friendship. To raise this to the highest pitch of enjoyment, is a secret which but few discover.

My dear brothers and sisters, the joy we feel has little to do with the circumstances of our lives and everything to do with the focus of our lives.

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.

Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.

Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life.

Only those are fit to live who are not afraid to die.

Meeting Franklin Roosevelt was like opening your first bottle of champagne; knowing him was like drinking it.

When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.

I am a great friend of public amusements, they keep people from vice.

The first thing which I can record concerning myself is, that I was born. These are wonderful words. This life, to which neither time nor eternity can bring diminution – this everlasting living soul, began. My mind loses itself in these depths.

No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.

Doctors will have more lives to answer for in the next world than even we generals.

Life is not accumulation, it is about contribution.

Life is not living in the suburbs with a white picket fence. That’s not life. Somehow our American culture has made it out that that’s what life needs to be – and that if it’s not that, it’s all screwed up. It’s not.

My friends, there are no friends.

I lost some of my friends because I got so famous, people who just assumed that I would be different now. I felt like everyone hated me. That is the most unhappy time of my life.

I like gaps; all my stories have gaps. It seems this is the way people’s lives present themselves.

Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.

My days, my years, my life has seen up and downs, lights and darknesses. If I wrote only and continually of the ‚light‘ and never mentioned the other, then as an artist, I would be a liar.

Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend – or a meaningful day.

I want you to feel happy and enjoy the theatre of my life the way that I do. No matter what happens with my music and wherever I go – that heart of that glamorous girl in New York will never be gone.