I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

My grandfather used to say: Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without being afraid that -not to mention accidents- even the span of a normal happy life may fall far short of the time needed for such a journey.

The fact that our task is exactly commensurate with our life gives it the appearance of being infinite.