Life is a loom, weaving illusion.
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.
The crooning turns to a sunrise singing.
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?