You have often said that it was sufficient to love life if one wished to live happily.
We all love life, and I was glad to have a new lease of it before me.
We, on the contrary, love life and dread death;—how can we stand against them?
I love life and the joy of life, and I want all of it I can get.
I love life, but it is not for myself alone that I ask the gift!
They love life so much that danger, even death itself, is forgotten.
There they all hate death, they love life, they live in the light.
I love life, but to me life and you are one and the same thing.
Between reporting and Indians my love life is beginning to wither on the vine.
The Russian saints do not love life; they repudiate it and execrate it.