Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords.

Death is given in a kiss; the dearest kindnesses are fatal; and into this life, where one thing preys upon another, the child too often makes its entrance from the mother's corpse.

I wish these flies would piss off.

To forget oneself is to be happy.

You can kill the body, but not the spirit.

Even if the doctor does not give you a year, even if he hesitates about a month, make one brave push and see what can be accomplished in a week.

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.