If I ask myself who in history I might like to have been, I find that all the men I most admire were by most standards deeply unhappy. They knew despair. But their lives were worthwhile — I only wish mine equaled theirs in this respect and I have no doubt that they were glad to die. As one deserves a good nights sleep, one also deserves to die, Why should I hope to wake again? To do what I have not done in the time Ive had? All of us have so much more time than we use well. How many hours in a life are spent in a way of which one might be proud, looking back?Death, p. 372

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