The indulgence of denying [yourself] is by far the worst; it forces is to believe we are doing great things, when in effect we are only fixed within ourselves. (Reality, 146)

Only the idea of death makes a man sufficiently detached so he can’t deny himself anything. Only the idea of death makes a man sufficiently detached so he is incapable of abandoning himself to anything. A man of that sort, however, does not crave, for he has acquired a silent lust for life and for all things of life. He knows his death is stalking him and won’t give him time to cling to anything, so he tries, without craving, all of everything. (Reality, 151)