Henry Ward Beecher Quotes

This life at best is but an inn, And we the passengers.

The world's a bubble, and the life of man, Less than a span.

We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

We are all racing towards death. No matter how many great, intellectual conclusions we draw during our lives, we know they're all only man-made, like God. I begin to wonder where it all leads. What can you do, except do what you can do as best you know how.

One of the great lessons the fall of the leaf teaches, is this: do your work well and then be ready to depart when God shall call.

The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.

I think from my experience in war and life and science, it all has made me believe that we have one life on this planet.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

I am really curious about life, about why we are all here. I notice my skin is ageing, things are changing, I've seen people dying, so that's the train we are all on.

Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.

On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.

Human life is beyond comprehension.

You can't come into this world without becoming its victim.

Man has but three events in his life: to be born, to live, and to die. He is not conscious of his birth, he suffers at his death and he forgets to live.

Oh, God — the lives people try to lead. Oh, God — what a world they try to lead them in.

Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?

What, then, remains but that we still should cry, For being born, and, being born, to die?

it seems a silly kind o' business to bring us into the world at all for no special reason 'cept to take us out of it again just as folks 'ave learned to know us a bit and find us useful.

We must be careful with our lives, for Christ's sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and perilous world, and so they are very precious and what we do with them matters enormously.

We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Immortality is what nature possesses without effort and without anybody's assistance, and immortality is what the mortals must therefore try to achieve if they want to live up to the world into which they were born, to live up to the things which surround them and to whose company they are admitted for a short while.