He hated life, loved death, longed for it in all its forms, whether arising from disease or from violence.

He was an amateur in corpses, and had a larger experience in dead bodies than any other man in the nation.
I could not help asking him once why he did not kill himself, and be done with it.
"That," said he, "is not allowed.

The temptation to kill one's self is one of the strongest that human nature can experience, but it is one that we must struggle against, of course, for it is against all law.
The greatest blessing must not be seized.

It must be given by nature or man.

Those who violate the blessed mystery of death are infamous." He assured me that he had all his life cultivated the loftiest feelings of love to others.