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.
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
No persons are more frequently wrong, than those who will not admit they are wrong.
Reputation is what other people know about you. Honor is what you know about yourself.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.