Man discovers truth by reason only, not by faith.

Happiness consists of living each day as if it were the first day of your honeymoon and the last day of your vacation.

Debates conceal rather than reveal the truth. Truth is revealed in solitude.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?

I don’t count life as life without love

Though the doctors treated him, let his blood, and gave him medications to drink, he nevertheless recovered.