We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.