Death is terrible, but still more terrible is the feeling that you might live for ever and never die. - Anton Chekhov

It has become customary to say that a man needs only six feet of land. But a corpse needs six feet, not a person.

The thirst for powerful sensations takes the upper hand both over fear and over compassion for the grief of others.

Nature’s law says that the strong must prevent the weak from living, but only in a newspaper article or textbook can this be packaged into a comprehensible thought. In the soup of everyday life, in the mixture of minutia from which human relations are woven, it is not a law. It is a logical incongruity when both strong and weak fall victim to their mutual relations, unconsciously subservient to some unknown guiding power that stands outside of life, irrelevant to man.