A little man said to the Universe. "Sir! I exist." The Universe replied: "That's fine." Just don't think it creates any obligation on my part.

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.

In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’ ‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered, ‘But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

Tell her this And more,— That the king of the seas Weeps too, old, helpless man. The bustling fates Heap his hands with corpses Until he stands like a child With surplus of toys.

Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.

Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.