Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men. less than 1 minute read
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people. less than 1 minute read
Life is hard. Then you die. Then they throw dirt in your face. Then the worms eat you. Be grateful it happens in that order. less than 1 minute read
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. less than 1 minute read