I could never make up my mind if it was
suicide or not....
"Epicurus permitted
suicide. Was it not the natural outcome of his system of ethics?
He preferred
suicide to murder, even at the bidding of the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer.
"You mean the paper on which Quinton confessed his
suicide," said Flambeau.
"When God sees one of his creatures persecuted unjustly, placed between
suicide and dishonor, believe me, sir," replied Milady, in a tone of deep conviction, "God pardons
suicide, for then
suicide becomes martyrdom."
It was obvious that to him Blanche Stroeve was only a unit to be added to the statistical list of attempted
suicides in the city of Paris during the current year.
Of the moral objections to
suicide, not one had any influence over me now.
Picture the corps de ballet scuttling down the Jacob's ladder and dividing the
suicide's rope among themselves in less time than it takes to write!
Such were the end words of an item of news headed: "
Suicide of Lady Passenger from a cross-Channel Boat." Comrade Ossipon was familiar with the beauties of its journalistic style.
They were all eager for any details about the
suicide, and they were greatly concerned as to where Mr.
This Freda-woman was a splendid creature, full-bodied, beautiful, and nobody's fool; but love had come along and soured her on the world, driving her to the Klondike and to
suicide so compellingly that she was made to hate the man that saved her life.
If he had been in his right mind, he would have shrunk from the idea of
suicide as from the idea of a crime.'
Death seems the only desirable sequel for a career like this; but Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored; therefore, to the death-longing eyes of such men, who still have left in them some interior compunctions against
suicide, does the all-contributed and all-receptive ocean alluringly spread forth his whole plain of unimaginable, taking terrors, and wonderful, new-life adventures; and from the hearts of infinite Pacifics, the thousand mermaids sing to them -- Come hither, broken-hearted; here is another life without the guilt of intermediate death; here are wonders supernatural, without dying for them.
"I should have thought of this," he said, believing it
suicide.
Yet
suicide, quick or slow, a sudden spill or a gradual oozing away through the years, is the price John Barleycorn exacts.
