Perhaps, after all, America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected. — Oscar Wilde. Irish writer (1854–1900) America
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.
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.