Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

Don’t be overwise; fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don’t be afraid - the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again.

God is the pain of the fear of death

What do you think, would not one tiny crime be wiped out by thousands of good deeds?

Intelligence alone is not nearly enough when it comes to acting wisely.

I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.

The jealous are the readiest of all to forgive, and all women know it.