Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.
It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.
Even diseases have lost their prestige, there aren't so many of them left. Think it over... no more syphilis, no more clap, no more typhoid... antibiotics have taken half the tragedy out of medicine.
Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.
All in all, death is something like marriage.
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.