Quotes About Life

A man whose life has been dishonourable is not entitled to escape disgrace in death.

For rarely man escapes his destiny. [It., Che l'uomo il suo destin fugge di raro.]

Every man should know that his conversations, his correspondence, and his personal life are private.

Death is dreadful to the man whose all is extinguished with his life; but not to him whose glory never can die.

It was from this experience came his oft-repeated belief that every man has but one destiny.

Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is wrong. There is no other time.

All houses in which men have lived and suffered and died are haunted houses.

What man is there that does not laboriously, though all unconsciously, himself fashion the sorrow that is to be the pivot of his life.

Time, the greatest enemy of man, is an addict who smokes the cigarette of life and uses God's soil as an ashtray.

The wise man lives as long as he ought, not so long as he can.

I find no quality so easy for a man to counterfeit as devotion, though his life and manner are not conformable to it; the essence of it is abstruse and occult, but the appearances easy and showy.

While men believe themselves to be seeking truth for its own sake, they are in fact seeking life in truth.

Immortality no longer interests the weary old man at all.

There is no fair in life and death. If it were, no good men would die young.

There was no cure for the human condition because every man read the present and plotted the future in the light of his own past.

No man ought to commit his life into the hands of that Physician, who is ignorant of Astrologic: because he is a Physician of no value.

It is the doom of men that they forget.

Men of reason have endured;men of passion have lived.

God, what is all this talk put out by the popes? Paradise is here, my good man. God, give me no other paradise!

Although a man may have no jurisdiction over the fact of his existence, he can hold supreme command over the meaning of existence for him.

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory.

How much does a man live, after all?/ Does he live a thousand days, or one only? For a week, or for several centuries?/ How long does a man spend dying?/ What does it mean to say 'for ever'?

As there is no pleasure in military life for a soldier who fears death, so there is no independence in civil existence for the man who has an overpowering dread of solitude.

The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once.