“ When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used everything you gave me'. Erma Bombeck Column Author
“ Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people. Khalil Gibran Poet
“ Death left its old tragic heaven and became the lyrical core of man: his invisible truth, his visible secret. Michel Foucault Philosopher