The life of an individual is a constant struggle, and not merely a metaphorical one against want or boredom, but also an actual struggle against other people. He discovers adversaries everywhere, lives in continual conflict and dies with sword in hand.

For all of us in this world life is a continuous fight.

Stone, sea, forest, city — and every creature that ever lived — all share the same struggle. Being resists unbeing. Order wars against the chaos of dissolution, of disorder.

The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.

life's endless war against the self you cannot live without.

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way.

Story is metaphor for life, and to be alive is to be in seemingly perpetual conflict.

Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of a dilemma.

Life is a constant process of dying.

...living is merely the chaos of existence...

Life is that which must overcome itself again and again

Life is a journey with almost limitless detours.

Nobody, as long as he moves among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.

It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life.