To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.
All philosophies, if you ride them home, are nonsense, but some are greater nonsense than others.
To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.
Embryos think with each stage of their development that they have now reached the only condition that really suits them. This, they say, must certainly be their last, inasmuch as its close will be so great a shock that nothing can survive it. Every change is a shock; every shock is a pro tanto death. What we call death is only a shock great enough to destroy our power to recognize a past and a present as resembling one another.