When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.
Stephen CranePerhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.
Stephen CraneDo not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Stephen Crane