Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.
The east and the west are mine, the north and the south are mine. All seems beautiful to me.
— Walt Whitman
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
"We knew he was someone who had a tragic flaw, that's where his greatness came from"
“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes." A.C. Doyle