If there were any plan in the universe at all, if there were any pattern in human life, surely it could be discovered mysteriously latent in those lives so suddenly cut off. Either we live by accident and die by accident, or we live by plan and die by plan.

Most of us live our lives by accident — we live as it happens. Fullfillment comes when we live our lives on purpose.

What we live by we die by.

Some people create war and misery, some create wealth and money, and some create ideas and art. But we all create our own deaths, fashioned out of our lives. Nobody will remember how you died, if nobody remembers how you lived. Forgoing freak accidents, we all choose how we die by how we live. Suicide, old age, AIDS, Cirrhosis of the liver, our deaths tell of how we lived. And even in a freak accident, if we are worth remembering, our lives will overshadow our deaths. If Henry Ford had gotten run over by a Mercedes, people would still remember him as the driver of the hit and run that changed history with his automobile assembly lines.

We work it out, or live it out.

Thus our actual path in life, as well as the course of our ideas, is often indicated by accident; the continuance only, and establishment of the one or the other, is dependent on our free will.

You either have a plan or you become part of somebody else's plan.

By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.

You chose to live, I chose to die.

Either you set your goals and, in doing so, have your life governed by choice or you do nothing and have your life governed by chance.

We live by faith or we do not live at all. Either we venture or we vegetate. If we venture, we do so by faith, simply because we cannot know the end of anything at its beginning. We risk marriage on faith or we stay single. We prepare for a profession by faith or we give up before we start. By faith, we move mountains of opposition or we’re stopped by molehills.

We cannot live by reason alone.

If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planed for you? Not much.

Live dangerously.