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

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

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.

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

Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

There is no forgiveness in nature.