I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die.
Mark TwainI said there was but one solitary thing about the past worth remembering, and that was the fact that it is past-can't be restored.
Mark Twain