“To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know he is dead.”
“Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.”
“A man may go through life and remain ignorant of himself he may think himself as other than he truly is and he may die with this illusion still intact because no circumstance of his life has obliged him to revise it.”
“No one can say he is himself, until first he knows that he is, and then what himself is. In fact, nobody is himself, and himself is nobody.”
“If no one knows when a person is going to die, how can we say he died prematurely?”
“You are not Dostoevsky,' said the woman...'You never can tell...' he answered.'Dostoevsky is dead,' the woman said, a bit uncertainly.'I protest!' he said with heat, 'Dostoevsky is immortal!”