Life is the jailer of the soul in this filthy prison, and its only deliverer is death. What we call life is a journey to death, and what we call death is a passport to life. Colton.
Life is the transmigration of a soul / Through various bodies, various states of being; / New manners, passions, new pursuits in each; / In nothing, save in consciousness, the same. Montgomery.
Life is the triumph of our mouldering clay; death, of the spirit infinite, divine! Young.
Life is to be considered happy, not in warding 15 off evil, but in the acquisition of good: and this we should seek for by employment of some kind or by reflection. Cic.
Life is too much for most. So much of age, so little of youth; living, for the most part, in the moment, and dating existence by the memory of its burdens. A. B. Alcott.
Life is too short to waste / In critic peep or cynic bark, / Quarrel or reprimand; / 'Twill soon be dark. Emerson.
Life itself is a bubble and a scepticism, and a sleep within a sleep. Emerson.
Life just the stuff / To try the soul's strength on, educe the man. Browning.
Life lies before us as a huge quarry before 20 the architect; and he deserves not the name of architect except when, out of this fortuitous mass, he can combine, with the greatest economy, fitness and durability, some form the pattern of which originated in his own soul. Goethe.
Life lies most open in a closed eye. Quarles.