My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.
Leo TolstoyDeath is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death - and that is to live well.
Leo Tolstoy