Lewis Grizzard Quotes

And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste Shall others continue, but never complete. For none upon earth can achieve his scheme; The best as the worst are futile here: We wake at the self-same point of the dream, All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.

We try, we fail, we posture, we aspire, we pontificate - and then we age, shrink, die, and vanish.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

As a jumper, I try to defy gravity as long as I can. But no matter how far I jump, I'll always hit the earth eventually.

We can change everything but we can't stop time.

Whatever we try - to be rich, to be happy - death is unavoidable. It doesn't matter how much money you have; it doesn't matter how much love you have. At the end of the day, it's all heading that way.

We should never forget the inevitable, as we will lose everything eventually. So, why fret over any kind of security? The idea is to just fly and experience it all while it lasts.

Each of us is merely a small instrument; all of us, after accomplishing our mission, will disappear.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

All things are the same, familiar in enterprise, momentary in endurance, coarse in substance. All things now are as they were in the day of those whom we have buried.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

What a lesson, indeed, is all history and all life to the folly and fruitlessness of pride! The Egyptian kings had their embalmed bodies preserved in massive pyramids, to obtain an earthly immortality. In the seventeenth century they were sold as quack medicines, and now they are burnt for fuel! The Egyptian mummies, which Cambyses or time hath spared, avarice now consumeth. Mummy is become merchandise.

My dear fellow,' Burlingame said, 'we sit here on a blind rock careening through space; we are all of us rushing headlong to the grave. Think you the worms will care, when anon they make a meal of you, whether you spent your moment sighing wigless in your chamber, or sacked the golden towns of Montezuma? Lookee, the day's nigh spent; 'tis gone careening into time forever. Not a tale's length past we lined our bowels with dinner, and already they growl for more. We are dying men, Ebenezer: i'faith, there's time for naught but bold resolves!

But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.