Every true man, sir, who is a little above the level of the beasts and plants does not live for the sake of living, without knowing how to live; but he lives so as to give a meaning and a value of his own to life.
As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.
It is not in giving life but in risking life that man is raised above the animal; that is why superiority has been accorded in humanity not to the sex that brings forth but to that which kills.
You think that it is because I have3 an income which exempts me from your day-labour, that I waste (as you call it) my time in sun-gazing and star-gazing.? You do not know me.? If my debts, as they threaten, should consume what money I have, I should live just as I do now: I should eat worse food, and wear a courser coat, and should wander in a potato patch instead of in the wood?- but it is I, not my twelve hundred dollars a year that love God.
Man is always inclined to regard the small circle in which he lives as the center of the world and to make his particular, private lifethe standard of the universe and to make his particular, private life the standard of the universe. But he must give up this vain pretense, this petty provincial way of thinking and judging.
I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived.
The source of all life and knowledge is in man and woman, and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge, man-being and woman-being.
Faith is a living and unshakable confidence, a belief in the grace of God so assured that a man would die a thousand deaths for its sake.
Faith is a living, daring confidence in God's grace, so sure and certain that a man could stake his life on it a thousand times.
Once is a man's life, for one mortal moment, he must make a grab for immorality; if not, he has not lived.
Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
The most fleeting and most subtle shades of sentiment belong to Rubens; in this respect he is a treasure for novelist and psychologist; he took note of the passing refinements of moral expression as well as of the soft volume of sanguine flesh; no one has gone beyond him in knowledge of the living organism and of the animal man.
Part of the secret of a success in life is to eat what you like and let the food fight it out inside.
The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.
Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
That every man after the life in the world lives to eternity, is evident from this, that man is then spiritual, and no longer natural, and that the spiritual man, separated from the natural, remains such as he is to eternity, for man's state cannot be changed after death.
The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.
I would vote for the man who's lived life, who's done different occupations, who's been out in the real world and struggled to make a living, struggled to raise a family, struggled with life as it exists. So I'd vote for experience, honest experience.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering.
On life's journey faith is nourishment, virtuous deeds are a shelter, wisdom is the light by day and right mindfulness is the protection by night. If a man lives a pure life, nothing can destroy him.
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.
If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.