Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least good friends we know So live and laugh nor be dismayed As one by one the phantoms go.

Are we no greater than the noise we make Along one blind atomic pilgrimage Whereon by crass chance billeted we go Because our brains and bones and cartilage Will have it so?

Life is the game that must be played.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give.

The world is a kind of spiritual kindergarten where millions of bewildered infants are trying to spell "God" with the wrong blocks.

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

I shall have more to say when I am dead.

For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then she may discover.

And thus we all are nighing The truth we fear to know: Death will end our crying For friends that come and go.

Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.

Shake the tree of life itself and bring down fruits unheard of.

Behind every successful man, there isn't just a woman but a prayerful and hard working woman.If not every married man would be successful

You can't be like pop stars, but you can be part of their story. You can be their fan.

You keep doing that and your camera is likely to explode.”“Are you crazy?” Alfred smirked. “My camera is like me.” “How so?” “It adores you, ” Alfred told him.

If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs, The bark on the tree was just a little bit softer.While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, He cries to the moo-oo-oon, If only, if only.

Love yourself. Be proud of who you are.

That which came to me as seed goes to the next as blossom, and that which came to me as blossom, goes on as fruit.

National languages are all huge systems of vested interests which sullenly resist critical inquiry.

During the fight my senses dim, and basically, I don't feel any pain.

Out of monuments, names, words proverbs ...and the like, we do save and recover somewhat from the deluge of time.

And all the time he was enjoying his badness, hugging it to him as though it were a friend, and not caring a bit.