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

You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last.

What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.

Life is warfare.

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.

It better befits a man to laugh at life than to lament over it