“Just as I shall lie alone in the grave, so, in essence, do I live alone.”

Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.

Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.

Women can’t forgive failure.

The secret of boring people lies in telling them everything.

What a delight it is to respect people!

If you ever have need of my life, come and take it.

It’s very hard, feeling that you’re no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.

This life of ours, human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up–no more flower.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.

Write only of what is important and eternal.

If I had listened to the critics I’d have died drunk in the gutter

Only one who loves can remember so well.

There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.

I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Life is the journey between darkness of the womb and darkness of the grave.

Wealth remains behind on earth while ibadaah accompanies you into the grave.

I got an attitude, that’s rude because I walked over Elvis’ grave in some blue suede shoes.

While she cut the mushrooms, she cried more than she had at the grave.

On my gravestone, I want it to say, “I told you I was sick.”

And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?

Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.

I wouldn’t give one iota to make a trip from the cradle to the grave unless I could live in a competitive world.