I have lived a majestic life.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

I awoke one morning to find myself famous.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.

My life was as crammed with strenuous work and highly interesting experiences alike.

I loved life too much to lust for life.

Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí, and I ask myself, wonderstruck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dalí.

I tasted life.

Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]

That life was full of rules. Too many rules; it was a prepacked kind of life.

I have lived magnificent days.

I slept and dreamt life is beauty, I woke and found life is duty.

I couldn't get life loud enough.