I cried at first, and then, it was such a beautiful day, that I forgot to be unhappy.
It's not that I'm afraid to die, but I'm terribly, terribly afraid not to live.
Platitudes are generally the oldest and profoundest of truths.
There is hardly anything that an ingenious mind cannot bring itself to doubt, granted sufficient industry and application.
even Mademoiselle Neubahr can't make me believe in hell. It doesn't seem a very - witty - solution of the crime-and-punishment situation, does it?
Death cannot alter facts - only feelings.
