And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past – except there was no future and no past, but an infinite number of brackets, extending either way, each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe. – Clifford D. Simak

Of present fame think little, and of future less the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead. – Charles Caleb Colton