“Bubbles froth around his thrashing figure, escaping to the safety of the surface, only to find sudden death once their thin film of liquid ruptures allowing the air to escape the hollow globules. Yet, more form and rush up; a spuming herd of suicidal fizz.”

“…They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.”

“He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it.”

“The glitter of the great world, you know, is only so much froth and spume: you may look in vain for happiness there.”

“Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.”

“Suicide is an escape from life. What is life? An escape from death. This means that each of us must die twice. There is the death waiting us ahead, and the death that comes pursuing us from behind. Your trouble is that you're confused, Once you are free at least from the death that comes pursuing you, you can relax and enjoy life as you go along.”