The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.

Ugh! How many stories about love, copulation, marriage and death already exist, not one of which tells the truth! How sick I am of well-constructed plots and brilliant writing!

The presence of death annihilates all superstitions. We are the children of death, and it is death that rescues us from the deceptions of life. In the midst of life he calls us and summons us to him.

If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

Only death does not lie.