As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.
if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.
Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'
Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!
One's palate is reborn every morning!
One never knows when one is old for certain.