Suicide is an escape from life. What is life? An escape from death. This means that each of us must die twice. There is the death waiting for us ahead, and the death that comes pursuing from behind.... Once you are free at least from the death that comes pursuing you, you can relax and enjoy life as you go along.

Mankind, which has always been a part of nature, has reached a point where it is too much for nature to accommodate.

The most frightening thing in the world is to discover the abnormal in that which is closest to us.

Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.

Nature with her wealth of birds and flowers, Has in her heart a place for every weed; For her quick eyes require no microscope To note the varied wonders and delights That the Creator's humblest works possess.

Far happier he, who, young and full of pride And radiant with the glory of the sun, Leaves earth before his singing time is done. All wounds of Time the graveyard flowers hide, His beauty lives, as fresh as when he died.