Those who say that life is worth living at any cost have already written an epitaph of infamy, for there is no cause and no person that they will not betray to stay alive.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
He who can live in infamy is unworthy of life.
This life is worth living, we can say, since it is what we make it.
Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.
Some people feel that the world owes them a living.
It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.
Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.
We are the world. We are the people and we deserve better not because we're worth it but because no worth can be put on the incalculable, on the infinite, on life.
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.
Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.