It's not that I'm afraid to die, but I'm terribly, terribly afraid not to live.
There is hardly anything that an ingenious mind cannot bring itself to doubt, granted sufficient industry and application.
Platitudes are generally the oldest and profoundest of truths.
Death cannot alter facts - only feelings.
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?