Death does not frighten me, but dying obscurely and above all uselessly does.

I think it is impossible for human minds to think of Death as a final, irrevocable end to life.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

Death does not frighten me, but dying obscurely and above all uselessly does.

I am not afraid of death, but would not want to die in some obscure or pointless way.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

I am full of the sorrow that goes with changes in surroundings, those successive stages of annihilation that slowly lead to the great and final void.