Quote Tag

The place where you made your stand never mattered. Only that you were there… and still on your feet.

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck.

Art is not living. It is the use of living.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

You had no right to be born; for you make no use of life. Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person’s strength.

We have not the time to take our time.

The squirrel that you kill in jest, dies in earnest.

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.