He has spent his life best who has enjoyed it most.
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The Way of All Flesh
by
Samuel Butler
"There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere."
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Mansfield Park
by
Jane Austen
Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.
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King Solomon's Mines
by
H. Rider Haggard
"Life isn't long enough for love and art."
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The Moon and Sixpence
by
W. Somerset Maugham
"We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. With them it's grand and great."
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Anne Of Avonlea
by
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Roast Beef, Medium, is not only a food. It is a philosophy. Seated at Life's Dining Table, with the menu of Morals before you, your eye wanders a bit over the entrees, the hors d'oeuvres, and the things a la though you know that Roast Beef, Medium, is safe and sane, and sure.
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Roast Beef, Medium
by
Edna Ferber
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.
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Jane Eyre
by
Charlotte Bronte
"Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what HAVE you had?"
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The Ambassadors
by
Henry James
"Art," he continued, with a wave of the hand, "is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life."
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Of Human Bondage
by
W. Somerset Maugham
"There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
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Macbeth
by
William Shakespeare