A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who have risen far above him. — Oscar Wilde. Irish writer (1854–1900) , Samuel Johnson. English writer and lexicographer (1709–1784)
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.