The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.

Life lives, life dies. Life laughs, life cries. Life gives up and life tries. But life looks different through everyone's eyes.

What is all wisdom save a collection of platitudes?

One of the extraordinary things about life is the sort of places it's prepared to put up with living.

The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.