“Oh, man! Live your own life and no longer be wretched!”
“Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life.”
“Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.”
“You should give up.''Why?''For one thing, you'll live longer.''Oh, you don't live longer. It just seems longer.”
“What was the point of finding something worth living for if my life was no longer in my own hands?”
“Oh, I wish so much to live again! Each minute, each instant of life should be blessedness for man... they should, surely they should! It is man's own duty to arrange it so; it is his law--a hidden but surely existing one...”