I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.
What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
I'm incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn't want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I'd never experienced it.