Platitudes are generally the oldest and profoundest of truths.
It's not that I'm afraid to die, but I'm terribly, terribly afraid not to live.
even Mademoiselle Neubahr can't make me believe in hell. It doesn't seem a very - witty - solution of the crime-and-punishment situation, does it?
Death cannot alter facts - only feelings.
There is hardly anything that an ingenious mind cannot bring itself to doubt, granted sufficient industry and application.