Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear. >>
Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, cons >>
A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing. >>
All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs >>
As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's dea >>
At death we cross from one territory to another, but we'll have no tro >>
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.