We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. — Oscar Wilde. Irish writer (1854–1900) Miscellaneous
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.