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- Whoever destroys a single life is as guilty as though he had destroyed the entire world; and whoever rescues a single life earns as much merit as though he had rescued the entire world.
- The Talmud, Mishna. Sanhedrin
- In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
- Dante Alighieri (1265 - 1321), The Divine Comedy
- The experience of this sweet life.
L'esperienza de questa dolce vita. - Dante Alighieri (1265 - 1321), The Divine Comedy
- As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
- Leonardo da Vinci (1452 - 1519), The Notebooks
- Live all you can - it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that, what have you had?
- Henry James (1843 - 1916), "Ambassadors", 1903
- If A is success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.
- Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955), Observer, Jan. 15, 1950
- Whose life is it anyway?
- Brian Clark (1932 - ), Play title
- In this life he laughs longest who laughs last.
- John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "Window in Bye Street", 1912
- I made my mistakes, but in all my years of public life, I have never profited from public service. I've earned every cent. And in all of my years in public life I have never obstructed justice. And I think, too, that I can say that in my years of public life that I welcome this kind of examination because people have got to know whether or not their President is a crook. Well, I'm not a crook. I've earned everything I've got.
- Richard M. Nixon (1913 - 1994), In a press conference, November 11, 1973
- To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. - William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Macbeth", Act 5 scene 5
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