Change the fabric of your own soul and your own visions, and you change all.

I think on death as the apparent end of the illusions that encompass us. They all have a sudden and unexpected end, that challenges any faith we have pinned to their worth.

They tried to get me - I got them first! [Suicide.]

The only thing that a man may do that is new, is to write himself on human hearts.

Factory windows are always brokenOther windows are let alone.No one throws through the chapel-windowThe bitter, snarling, derisive stone.

They tried to get me-I got them first! (suicide note)

How can we help students to understand that the tragedy of life is not death; the tragedy is to die with commitments undefined and convictions undeclared and service unfulfilled?