Death means nothing to men like me. It's the event that proves them right.
The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.
Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.
Travel, which is like a greater and a graver science, brings us back to ourselves.
In default of inexhaustible happiness, eternal suffering would at least give us a destiny. But we do not even have that consolation, and our worst agonies come to an end one day.
I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.