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Ah! somehow life is bigger after all_x000D__x000D_Than any painted angel could we see_x000D__x000D_The God that is within us!

My life is like a stroll upon the beach.

Tota vita nihil aliud quam ad mortem iter est._x000D__x000D_The whole of life is nothing but a journey to death.

This life is but the passage of a day,_x000D__x000D_This life is but a pang and all is over;_x000D__x000D_But in the life to come which fades not away_x000D__x000D_Every love shall abide and every lover.

Half my life is full of sorrow,_x000D__x000D_Half of joy, still fresh and new;_x000D__x000D_One of these lives is a fancy,_x000D__x000D_But the other one is true.

On the long dusty ribbon of the long city street,_x000D__x000D_The pageant of life is passing me on multitudinous feet,_x000D__x000D_With a word here of the hills, and a song there of the sea_x000D__x000D_And-the great movement changes-the pageant passes me.

It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.

Tomorrow's life is too late. Live today.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,_x000D__x000D_Life is but an empty dream!

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow,_x000D__x000D_Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

Our whole life is like a play.

Life is a smoke that curls-_x000D__x000D_Curls in a flickering skein,_x000D__x000D_That winds and whisks and whirls,_x000D__x000D_A figment thin and vain,_x000D__x000D_Into the vast inane._x000D__x000D_One end for hut and hall.

The great end of life is not knowledge but action.

Life is short, and time is swift;_x000D__x000D_Roses fade, and shadows shift.

So that my life be brave, what though not long?

My life is one demd horrid grind.

Life is with such all beer and skittles._x000D__x000D_They are not difficult to please_x000D__x000D_About their victuals.

Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.

For life is tendency, and the essence of a tendency is to develop in the form of a sheaf, creating, by its very growth, divergent directions among which its impetus is divided.

Life is an echo. What you send out comes back. What you sow, you reap. What you give, you get. What you see in others, exists in you.

Life is not as idle ore,_x000D__x000D_But iron dug from central gloom,_x000D__x000D_And heated hot with burning fears,_x000D__x000D_And dipt in baths of hissing tears,_x000D__x000D_And batter'd with the shocks of doom,_x000D__x000D_To shape and use.