One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever read more

One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever been before.

A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, read more

A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, into nowhere we go. What is life? Itis a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo inthe winter time. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon. read more

The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon. -- Sir John Eric Ericksen, British surgeon, appointed Surgeon-Extraordinary to Queen Victoria 1873.

Who the hell wants to hear actors talk? -- H.M. Warner, Warner Brothers, 1927.

Who the hell wants to hear actors talk? -- H.M. Warner, Warner Brothers, 1927.

Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

I desire to leave to the men that come after me a remembrance of me in good works.

I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a read more

I do not know what I seem to the world, but to myself I appear to have been like a boy playing upon the seashore and diverting myself and then finding a smoother pebble or prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth lay before me all undiscovered.

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.