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.
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?
There is hardly anything that an ingenious mind cannot bring itself to doubt, granted sufficient industry and application.