When we attempt to imagine death, we perceive ourselves as spectators.
Not to know the past is to be in bondage to it, while to remember, to know, is to be set free.
Now it is nothing but torture.
When a man is freed of religion, he has a better chance to live a normal and wholesome life.
The paranoid is never entirely mistaken.
The whole life of instinct serves the one end of bringing about death.