You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.