The graveyards are full of indispensable men

  • For death,
    Now I know, is that first breath
    Which our souls draw when we enter
    Life, which is of all life center.  – Edwin Arnold
  • When I die I shall be content to vanish into nothingness…. No show, however good, could conceivably be good forever…. I do not believe in immortality, and have no desire for it-   – H.L. Mencken
  • Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
    Without identity. – Emily Bronte
  • The graveyards are full of indispensable men.  – Charles de Gaulle
  • And they die an equal death – the idler and the man of mighty deeds.  – Homer, Iliad