One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.
Every last word is contagious.
It is. But not as hard as farce.
I feel nothing, apart from a certain difficulty in continuing to exist.
Let's cool it, brothers.
My God. What's happened?
Tortured for the Republic.
I foresee a great funeral contest over me.
My God, don't shoot !
I do not sleep; I wish to meet my death awake.
Resist the need to be 'right' all the time or to always have the last word.
I'm glad it was me and not you, Mr. President.
I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.
Hurrah Boys! Let's get these last few reds then head on back to camp. Hurrah!
If this is dying, I don't think much of it.
Everything is an illusion.
I die hard but am not afraid to go.
Let us go over, and sit in the shade of the trees.
O Allah! Pardon my sins. Yes, I come.
Lewis Strauss is one of my best friends.