We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Money is a great servant but a bad master.
Grief is love's souvenir. It's the proof that we once loved.
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
We're here to put a dent in the universe. Otherwise, why else even be here?
We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.
Money is a great servant but a bad master.
Grief is love's souvenir. It's the proof that we once loved.
If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
We're here to put a dent in the universe. Otherwise, why else even be here?