Suicide (n.) is a mark of sublimity. The termination of life in the face of the cruelty of disease or of people is sublime.The decision about autothanatos (suicide) is not a big decision, it is important to die in an honest, peaceful and courageous way.
Suicide (n.) as a lust for death is an unreflecting tendency like any other, seizing the noblest spirits who despise life and the abject who find it irksome.
Suicide (n.) is right when old age leaves me not life but only the breath of life: I shall rush out of a house that is crumbling and tottering.
Suicide (n.) can be a mere gliding out of life: Marcellinus fasted three days, lay in a hot bath, and faded away with a pleasant sensation, like fainting.
Suicide (n.) is self-indulgence while a wife or friend still needs you: the good man lives as long as he ought, not as long as he likes.
Suicide (n.) is as base as cowardice before death: it is no less base to flee from death than to flee towards death — unless one can no longer serve anyone and all one's business is pain.
Suicide (n.) by a man who will not linger for his wife or friend is not courage but self-indulgence: whoever obstinately persists in dying is a voluptuary.