Life

I am large, I contain multitudes.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

The ultimate end of human acts is eudaimonia, happiness in the sense of living well, which all men desire; all acts are but different means chosen to arrive at it.

We are our choices.

Man is condemned to be free.

Hell is other people.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

Our life is frittered away by detail... Simplify, simplify.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.

We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.

Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.

In the end, we'll all become stories.

I like living. 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.

If you are good, life is good.

Live to the point of tears.