Our life is a loan received from death with sleep as the daily interest on this loan.
Arthur SchopenhauerTruth is no harlot who throws her arms round the neck of him who does not desire her; on the contrary, she is so coy a beauty that even the man who sacrifices everything to her can still not be certain of her favors.
Arthur SchopenhauerI believe that when death closes our eyes we shall awaken to a light, of which our sunlight is but the shadow.
Arthur Schopenhauer