For most people, art is only valuable if other people say it is; and artists are only worthwhile if they are either rich and famous, or dead.

At funerals, people say things about a dead person that they should have told them while they were still alive.

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

Verily, there is no dishonor in death at the hands of a far superior enemy.

Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living.

Death whispers your name to me.