There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

He who saves a man against his will as good as murders him.

Sometimes I wonder if suicides are not sad guardians of the meaning of life.

There is no way of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.

The calm, cool face of the river asked me for a kiss.

The children were the only brake that stopped me from killing myself.

The strangest whim has seized me ... After all I think I will not hang myself today.

I take it that no man is educated who has never dallied with the thought of suicide.

Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest-whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories-comes afterward.

He emptied the ashtray containing his nail parings and cigarette butts into the toilet, and swept the floor with a shirt, so that there would be no trace of his life, of his body, when that lewd and searching shape of death came there to find him in the morning.