I cannot waste my whole life in longing for this man's art and that man's scope
Life, after all, was not a limiting but an expanding
Life is so, often grossly so, so that a playmaker feels himself to be a better contriver than God or Fate or who runs the mad world. The madness is in the brevity of time
It had been a good life for him, a watching life
The bitterness of life may make you a man
Life always to balance death
With awe and something of fear, John felt as if he were being instructed by the dead in person, souls of poets dead and gone. Doors were being opened. Welcome to long life and further revelations
We are all equipped with an apparatus of generation, and we all have aspirations to the pure life of the soul
A saint's life, I suppose, is a kind of art, in which the material is not stone or words or paint but conduct
Because you do not believe it does not mean it is not all true ... eternal life, eternal damnation - these are real, whether you believe or not
What in God's name is the difference between a language and a dialect? I'll tell you. A language waves flags and is blown up by politicians. A dialect keeps to things, things, things, street smells and street noises, life
The sea spelled life, whispered or shouted fertility; that voice could never be completely stilled
The rain came from the sea and stood for life
Religion and sex spoke equally of life; they met in the agricultural myths out of which the most sophisticated faiths had been generated.
A ruler's job is to promote the bearability of life
Your life was empty and you needed to fill it up again. So you chose the socialist cause. As a substitute for love. Not very flattering to the socialist cause
It's life, God help us. It's something to tell your grandchildren
Remember that life is not a right but a gift. And now the gift is removed. Be thankful that you have savoured that gift. March into the dark with erect hands, eyes open
Life was waiting and three meals a day
A lethal action, smoking. Smoking makes the life shorter
The life of the individual is brief and we have to make the most of it
I'm making amends for a wasted life - I'm proud to be contributing to scholarship
I felt ... the generalized pity one always feels for the defenceless prisoner of sleep, seeing in him the defenceless prisoner of life
Every fiction writer ought, once in his lifetime, to be forced to fulfil in fact what he had fashioned in fancy
I used to have this dream about being called in to save the life of a great man. I've only saved little men, and not too many of these