But,' I reminded myself, 'it's common knowledge that life isn't worth living, anyhow.
To grow old is to pass from passion to compassion.
In Italian museums are sometimes found little painted screens that the priest used to hold in front of the face of condemned men to hide the scaffold from them.
Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value, and its face of eternal youth.
There is no shame in preferring happiness.
I shall not, as far as I am concerned, try to pass myself off as a Christian in your presence. I share with you the same revulsion from evil. But I do not share your hope, and I continue to struggle against this universe in which children suffer and die.