Life is habit. Or rather life is a succession of habits.
My dear Tom, Delighted to get your letter. Do write again. This life is terrible and I don't understand how it can be endured.
The end of a life is always vivifying.
[T]he syndrome known as life is too diffuse to admit of palliation. For every symptom that is eased, another is made worse. The horse leech's daughter is a closed system. Her quantum of wantum cannot vary.
What are we doing here, that is the question.
Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.