Life

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it

Life is beauty, admire it

Life is bliss, taste it

Life is a dream, realize it

Life is a challenge, meet it

Life is a duty, complete it

Life is a game, play it

Life is a promise, fulfill it

Life is sorrow, overcome it

Life is a song, sing it

Life is a struggle, accept it

Life is a tragedy, confront it

Life is an adventure, dare it

Life is luck, make it

Life is too precious, do not destroy it

Life is life, fight for it

By : Mother Teresa

All the world's a stage

And all the men and women merely players

They have their exits and their entrances

And one man in his time plays many parts

His acts being seven ages. At first the infant

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms

Then the whining school-boy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. And then the lover

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice

In fair round belly with good capon lin'd

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut

Full of wise saws and modern instances

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side

His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all

That ends this strange eventful history

Is second childishness and mere oblivion

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

By : William Shakespeare