Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair.

Faith and love are apt to be spasmodic in the best minds. Men live the brink of mysteries and harmonies into which they never enter, and with their hands on the door-latch they die outside.