To die proudly when it is no longer possible to live proudly. Death freely chosen, death at the right time, brightly and cheerfully accomplished amid children and witnesses: then a real farewell is still possible, as the one who is taking leave is still there; also a real estimate of what one has wished, drawing the sum of one's life--all in opposition to the wretched and revolting comedy that Christianity has made of the hour of death.

Art is the great stimulus to life.

The final reward of the dead - to die no more

Children from humble families must be taught how to command just as other children must be taught how to obey.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

Let old ones go. Dont be a memory-monger! Once you were young──now you are even younger.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity- and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.