Life is that strange kind of theatre where tragedy mixes with farce, the screenplay is written by the actors, the conscience is the prompter and one never knows when the trap will open.
A slave dreams of freedom, the free men of wealth, the wealthy man of power, the powerful of freedom.
A man needs to gain enormous life experience not to be terribly experienced by life.
Old age is merciful; before it takes away your life it takes away your lust for life.
If men did not hope for an afterlife in that other, better world, maybe they would set about making this one better?
Life is somewhat like a magician’s trick. Rarely magical, often a trick.
The supreme goal of a man’s life is to sensibly manage the time between the birth and the death.
Woman’s life is a bed of roses, everywhere you look there’s a thorn, rarely a petal.
Nature is generous but thrifty.
The generation gap is understandable – youth live in the future, adults in the present and elders in the past.