Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.
Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.
When I say "I," I mean a thing absolutely unique, not to be confused with any other.
Killing time is the chief end of our society.
Behind everything we feel, there is always a sense of fear.
Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.