Man feels and ponders death as though it were the end, when in fact death is merely the continuation of life. It is another life. You may not believe in the existence of the soul, yet you must acknowledge that your body will live on as green grass, as a cloud. For you are, after all, water and dust.

Life is a circus ring, with some moments more spectacular than others.

The court does not fly off the handle. It does not shout abuse. It speaks calmly.

Life bites like a dog.

When does the loneliness of old age begin?

A hundred children, a hundred individuals who are people--not people-to-be, not people of tomorrow, but people now, right now--today.

I have signed a pact with life: we will not get in each other's way