Most pessimists are blinded by darkness.

Suicide is often a desperate solution to the problem of not knowing where, how, and when one is going to die.

It is impossible to separate the art of living from the art of dying, because to be living is to be dying.

Some people get killed by water. Some die from dehydration.

To be pained by someone’s death is to make their death about you.

What is unfair is, not life, but our demanding—as microscopic a part of life and as unnecessary to life as we are—that life happen as per our desires, which are always selfish … and almost always petty.

We have, not problems, but negative attitudes towards some situations (towards which some people have or would have positive attitudes).

Believing in God makes one humble … and arrogant: those who do give their actions and their abilities way less credit than they really deserve, and are inevitably left with the unshakable belief that they are way more important to life than they actually are.

How we look at life and how we feel shape each other.