The temerity to believe in nothing.

Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.

Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that's all!

However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.

Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel

All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sortsof difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.

The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?