Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

We live in a rainbow of chaos.

I can live for two months on a good compliment.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

Millions of men have lived to fight, build palaces and boundaries, shape destinies and societies; but the compelling force of all times has been the force of originality and creation profoundly affecting the roots of human spirit.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.

Books are the legacies that a great genius leaves to mankind, which are delivered down from generation to generation as presents to the posterity of those who are yet unborn.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.

The test of literature is, I suppose, whether we ourselves live more intensely for the reading of it.

We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.

Life becomes harder for us when we live for others, but it also becomes richer and happier.

I think there is choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.

Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't.