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It is not well for a man to pray, cream; and live skim milk.
— Living
It is not well for a man to pray, cream; and live skim milk.
Genuine living and mere vegetating have only breathing in common (and a few other things).
I guess it comes down to a simple choice, really. Get busy living or get busy dying.
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
Only those are fit to live who do not fear to die; and none are fit to die who have shrunk from the joy of life and the duty of life. Both life and death are parts of the same Great Adventure.
If you had to define stress, it would not be far off if you said it was the process of living. The process of living is the process of having stress imposed on you and reacting to it.
Every one lives by selling something, whatever be his right to it.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.
Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Four things a man must learn to doTo trust in God and Heaven securely.
Man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord (Jehovah, , ).
For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living dog is better than a dead lion. For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing.
