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Life is a strange thing. Why this longing for
life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard and to suffer
sore, till old age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the
cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live. In pain the babe sucks his first
breath, in pain the old man gasps his last, and all his days are full of
trouble and sorrow; yet he goes down to the open arms of death, stumbling,
falling, with head turned backward, fighting to the last. And death is kind. It
is only life and the things of life that hurt. Yet we love life and we hate
death. It is very strange. - Jack London
Between birth and burial, we find ourselves
in a comedy of mysteries. If you don't think life is mysterious, if you believe
you have it all mapped out, you aren't paying attention or you've anesthetized
yourself with booze or drugs, or with a comforting ideology. And if you don't
think life's a comedy – well, friend, you might as well hurry along to that
burial. The rest of us need people with whom we can laugh. - Dean Koontz
From whatever point he starts, whatever path
he follows, modern man comes to the same conclusion: behind its visible
appearances, life hides a meaning that is eternally inaccessible to penetration
by the spirit that seeks for its discovery, caught in the dilemma of being
aware that it is impossible to find it, and yet also impossible to renounce the
hopeless quest. - Arthur Adamov
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