There is nothing after death, and death itself is nothing.

Death takes us piecemeal, not at a gulp.

Death either destroys or unhusks us. If it means liberation, better things await us when our burden’s gone: if destruction, nothing at all awaits us; blessings and curses are abolished.

The worst evil of all is to leave the ranks of the living before one dies.

Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue.

The artist finds a greater pleasure in painting than in having completed the picture.

The man who thinks only of his own generation is born for few.

The kind of solace that arises from having company in misery is spiteful.

We learn not for life but for the debating-room.

The articulate voice is more distracting than mere noise.