But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love … - Thornton Wilder

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, only survival, the only meaning

We all know that something is eternal. And it ain’t houses and it ain’t names, and it ain’t earth, and it ain’t even the stars . . . everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings. All the greatest people ever lived have been telling us that for five thousand years and yet you’d be surprised how people are always losing hold of it. There’s something way down deep that’s eternal about every human being.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

We do not choose the day of our birth nor may we choose the day of our death, yet choice is the sovereign faculty of the mind.