"When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me. - Stephen Crane

The wind had a voice as it came over the waves, and it was sadder than the end.

"No man can observe you as I have observed you and not know that it was a matter of conscience with you, but I am afraid, my friend, that it is one of the blunders of virtue." The

The dead man and the living man exchanged a long look. Then the youth cautiously put one hand behind him and brought it against a tree. Leaning upon this he retreated, step by step, with his face still toward the thing. He feared that if he turned his back the body might spring up and stealthily pursue him.