Life, like a dome of many coloured glass, / Stains the white radiance of eternity. Shelley.
Life, like some cities, is full of blind alleys, leading nowhere; the great art is to keep out of them. Bovee.
Life, like the water of the seas, freshens only when it ascends towards heaven. Jean Paul.
Life may as properly be called an art as any 25 other, and the great incidents in it are no more to be considered as mere accidents than the severest members of a fine statue or a noble poem. Fielding.
Life must be lived on a higher plane. We must go up to a higher platform, to which we are always invited to ascend; there the whole aspect of things changes. Emerson.
Life only avails, not the having lived. Emerson.
Life outweighs all things, if love lies within it. Goethe.
Life passes through us; we do not possess it. Amiel.
Life protracted is protracted woe, / Time 30 hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, / And shuts up all the passages of joy. Johnson.
Life sues the young like a new acquaintance.... To us, who are declined in years, life appears like an old friend. Goldsmith.