A funeral is a pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker. – Ambrose Bierce
Present, n. That part of eternity dividing the domain of disappointment from the realm of hope. – Ambrose Bierce

A funeral is a pageant whereby we attest our respect for the dead by enriching the undertaker. – Ambrose Bierce
Present, n. That part of eternity dividing the domain of disappointment from the realm of hope. – Ambrose Bierce
Men become civilized, not in proportion to their willingness to believe, but in proportion to their readiness to doubt. – Ambrose Bierce
Admiration; is our polite recognition of anothers resemblance to ourselves. – Ambrose Bierce
Look up at the miracle of the falling snow,—the air a dizzy maze of whirling, eddying flakes, noiselessly transforming the world, the exquisite crystals dropping in ditch and gutter, and disguising in the same suit of spotless livery all objects upon which they fall. – John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866