What is Life ?
The purpose of life is the maturing of the soul. Do not pursue what is illusory,
such as property and position. All that is gained at the expense of the nerves, decade after decade, and is confiscated in the fell night.

Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.
The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not?
That is the question of life. The fundamental precept of the fight for longevity is avoidance of safety. One must not lose desires. They are mighty stimulants to creativeness, to love, and to long life. Live dangerously. Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius.I would quite be remains than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant be on fire than it should be barely audible by dry-rot. I would rather be a outstanding meteor, every tiny part of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to extend them. I shall use my time.

Yes! Life is a banquet, and most poor sons-of-bitches are starving to death! Live!
To live is like to love – all reason is against it,and all healthy instinct for it. Life is a romantic business. It is painting a picture, not doing a sum – but you have to make the romance, and it will come to the question how much fire you have in your belly.A rock face in front of you, and wolves behind you, in your rear; that is life.

# It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It has now become clear, on the contrary, that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning.

The world itself is but a large prison,out of which some are daily led to execution.
Reason thus with life;If I do lose thee, I do lose a thingThat none but fools would keep.The value of life for us, measured simply by what we enjoy (by the natural end of the sum of all our inclinations, that is, by happiness), is easy to decide. It is less than nothing. For who would enter life afresh under the same conditions?

As par William Shakespeare
All the world’s a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.