Life is made up, not of great sacrifices or duties, but of little things, in which smiles, and kindnesses, and small obligations, given habitually, are what win and preserve the heart and secure comfort.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
The shaping of our own life is our work. It is a thing of beauty or a thing of shame, as we ourselves make it. We lay the corner and add joint to joint, we give the proportion, we set the finish. It maybe a thing of beauty and of joy forever. God forgive us if we pervert our life from putting on its appointed glory.
A man's life is interesting primarily when he has failed- well I know. For it's a sign that he tried to surpass himself.
Half of our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.
One of the secrets of life is to make stepping stones out of stumbling blocks.
Life is too short for hate and not long enough for love...and the great use of life is to spend it to something that will outlast it.
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