A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head-on and licks it, or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life is like an ice-cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.
How strange a thing like that happens to a man. He dabbles in something and does not realise that it is his life.
Man's task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.
As long as man labors for a physical existence, though an act of necessity almost, he is yet natural; it is life, though that of this world, for which he instinctively works.
Man seeks to change the foods available in nature to suit his tastes, thereby putting an end to the very essence of life contained in them.
The tragedy of life is what dies inside a man while he lives.
A man has to live with himself, and he should see to it that he always has good company.
A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the 'why' for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any 'how.'
Any life is made up of a single moment, the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.
Life, in my estimation, is a biological misadventure that we terminate on the shoulders of six strange men whose only objective is to make a hole in one with you.