“What's so noble about being dead?”

“What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?”

“The great thing about being always among people of noble manners was the inevitable elevation of one's own.”

“I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What's so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What's so great about feeling and dreaming?”

“It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.”

“I often think that men don't understand what is noble and what is ignorant, though they always talk about it.”