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

My one fear is that tomorrow I may die without having come to know myself.

[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.

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

The sign of our time is that the dignity of the human personality has no place: the age is, as are its laws, impersonal, its heart as of stone... . Yet on arrest, in the name of these laws, we die like dogs, neither executioner nor victim making a sound. Because he has to gasp for air all his life, panting for breath is the man of today's only way out.

What relationship could exist between the lives of the fools and healthy rabble who were well, who slept well, who performed the sexual act well, who had never felt the wings of death on their face every moment - what relationship could exist between them and one like me who has arrived at the end of his rope and who knows that he will pass away gradually and tragically?

Only death does not lie.