Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.
He who has love, is in God, and God is in him, for God is love.
It's all God's will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.
Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.
He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What death?" There was no fear because there was no death. In place of death there was light.
Pierre looked into the sky, into the depths of the retreating, twinkling stars. "And all this is mine, and all this is in me, and all this is me!" thought Pierre. "And all this they've caught and put in a shed and boarded it up!