An answer is always a form of death.

So I felt this burning summer. In form I might
belong to humankind; in reality I seemed one of a
ravenous self-destroying horde of rats.
I am glad there is no God. If there were,
I cannot imagine that we rampant, myopic, and
insatiably self-centred creatures should
be allowed to survive a single day more

Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.

Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.

Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me