it is in our minds that we live much of our life.

When I die, people will say it is the best thing for me. It is because they know it is the worst. They want to avoid the feeling of pity. As though they were the people most concerned!

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling.

We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.

People who have power respond simply. They have no minds but their own.

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?