Living, it's awful for me.
I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.
There is nothing the busy man is less busied with than living; there is nothing harder to learn.
This fear of death infused me with the desire to live, and to live harder.
The sensation of dying is sweet, sensuous, placid. It is the easiest thing in the world to die. The hardest is to live.
You're not hardcore, unless you live hardcore
Where there's life, death is inevitable. Dying's easy; it's living that's hard. The harder it gets, the stronger the will to live. And the greater the fear of death, the greater the struggle to keep on living.
If you don't burn the candle at both ends, what's the candle got two ends for?
There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even—the French air clears up the brain and does good—a world of good.
Even more important maybe, or equally more important at least, is they don't have to scrap for a living.
Any stupid ass can die- you have to work at living!
