Spreuken over Leven

Do not lose hold of your dreams or asprirations. For if you do, you may still exist but you have ceased to live.

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

Life wastes itself while we are preparing to live

What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?

Life was a funny thing that occurred on the way to the grave