Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!
Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.