“He is always becoming, and if it were not for the contingency of death, he would never end.”

What is there to fear in such a regular world?

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

What is important is not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.

My eyes feel all soft, all soft as flesh. I’m going to sleep.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

Everything has been figured out, except how to live.

Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.

One could only damage oneself through the harm one did to others. One could never get directly at oneself.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.

I’ve dropped out of their hearts like a little sparrow fallen from its nest. So gather me up, dear, fold me to your heart – and you’ll see how nice I can be.

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in, but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

Only the guy who isn’t rowing has time to rock the boat.

It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.

A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tested in three occasions: in time of need, behind your back, and after your death.

In my death, people will understand what I was talking about.

Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death.

To avoid pain, they avoid pleasure. To avoid death, they avoid life.

If you fight with all your might, there is a chance of life; where as death is certain if you cling to your corner.

But a kingdom that has once been destroyed can never come again into being; nor can the dead ever be brought back to life.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.