Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one�s head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human