It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change. – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity! – Max Muller
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course. – Stephen Spender