Life is a travelling to the edge of knowledge, then a leap taken.

Life is ours to be spent, not to be saved.

Life is ours to be spent, not to
be saved.

What we want is some sort of communism not based on wages, nor profits, nor any sort of buying and selling but on a religion of life.

When one jumps over the edge, one is bound to land somewhere.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.