Suicide (n.) is no longer a desperate act and hardly deserves the name. The suicidal person deliberates so long and so carefully that he literally chokes with thought. It is really thought which takes his life. He does not die with deliberation but from deliberation.
Suicide (n.) is, nowadays, not so much an act of passion. One no longer does away with himself in desperation but deliberates on this step so long it might more accurately be said that it was in fact the deliberating that took his life.
Suicide (n.) is the last freedom of the thread that cannot spin: if I am only one thread in the fabric of life, at least I can cut it.
Suicide (n.) and Caligula's wish that all mankind had one neck to cut are the same thing in different expressions.
Suicide (n.) does not really desire to do away with the self; it wishes another form for the self.
Suicide (n.) is the negative expression for infinite freedom, as ignorance is the negative expression for infinite knowledge — hail to him who finds the positive form.
Suicide (n.) is the danger peculiar to the one educated by possibility: if he misunderstands anxiety so it leads him away from faith instead of toward it, he is lost.
Suicide (n.) by a beaten enemy robbed the conqueror of his most glorious victory, for he would have forgiven him.