There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it.

Applause is a receipt, not a bill.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

Let us beware of saying that death is the opposite of life. The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species.

He alone is free who lives with free consent under the entire guidance of reason.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. Yet his shadow still looms. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives; who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?

Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric.

Love is only one of many passions.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

I have just got a new theory of eternity.

Order without liberty and liberty without order are equally destructive.

The god of love lives in a state of need. It is a need. It is an urge. It is a homeostatic imbalance. Like hunger and thirst, it’s almost impossible to stamp out.

Love… it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

I like someone who is a little crazy but coming from a good place. I think scars are sexy because it means you made a mistake that led to a mess.

I’m sorry, it’s true. Having children really changes your view on these things. We’re born, we live for a brief instant, and we die. It’s been happening for a long time. Technology is not changing it much – if at all.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

May you live your life as if the maxim of your actions were to become universal law.

Life is a difficult game. You can win it only by retaining your birthright to be a person.

When the people we love stop paying attention, trust begins to slip away and hurt starts seeping in.

But now, being a parent, I go home and see my son and I forget about any mistake I ever made or the reason I’m upset. I get home and my son is smiling or he comes running to me. It has just made me grow as an individual and grow as a man.

My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.

Chance is an element of life. What I try to do is study what I call the mechanics of reality as carefully as I can.

I sometimes wonder whether all pleasures are not substitutes for joy.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.

Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.

It’s in responsibility that most people find the meaning that sustains them through life. It’s not in happiness. It’s not in impulsive pleasure.

But O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man’s eyes.

What then is freedom? The power to live as one wishes.

Man’s true nature being lost, everything becomes his nature; as, his true good being lost, everything becomes his good.

This is love: the flowering of love is meditation.

The frontier between hell and heaven is only the difference between two ways of looking at things.

He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.

Barack knows the American Dream because he’s lived it, and he wants everyone in this country to have that same opportunity, no matter who we are or where we’re from or what we look like or who we love.

Truth is a pathless land.

My model for business is The Beatles: They were four guys that kept each others‘ negative tendencies in check; they balanced each other. And the total was greater than the sum of the parts.

I’m pretty sure I don’t have any songs that are about how much I love someone. They’re all either about, like, ‚I hate you,‘ or ‚You make me hate me.‘

I am an Epicurean. I consider the genuine (not the imputed) doctrines of Epicurus as containing everything rational in moral philosophy which Greek and Roman leave to us.

The way of fortune is like the milkyway in the sky; which is a number of small stars, not seen asunder, but giving light together: so it is a number of little and scarce discerned virtues, or rather faculties and customs, that make men fortunate.

Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you.

The book, ’12 Rules For Life,‘ is a very serious book. There’s elements of humor in it, but I’m trying to struggle with things at the deepest possible level and to explain to people why it’s necessary to live a upstanding and noble and moral and truthful and responsible life, and why there’s hell to pay if you don’t do that.

Not life, but good life, is to be chiefly valued.

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes – or just by staring into space.

I don’t think that faith, whatever you’re being faithful about, really can be scientifically explained. And I don’t want to explain this whole life business through truth, science. There’s so much mystery. There’s so much awe.

If you think only of evil, then you become pessimistic and hopeless like Freud. But if you think there is no evil, then you’re just one more deluded Pollyanna.

No group and no government can properly prescribe precisely what should constitute the body of knowledge with which true education is concerned.

I absolutely adore Christmas.

Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.

If you stop struggling, then you stop life.

We live in ugly times.

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.

Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow – that’s vulnerability.

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong.

Religion is more than life. Remember that his own religion is the truest to every man even if it stands low in the scales of philosophical comparison.

There is no such things as ‚best‘ in the world of individuals.

I pass my life in preventing the storm from blowing down the tent, and I drive in the pegs as fast as they are pulled up.

When people speak to you about a preventive war, you tell them to go and fight it. After my experience, I have come to hate war.

The greatest magnifying glasses in the world are a man’s own eyes when they look upon his own person.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.