There is no dishonor in losing the race. There is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.
To live every day as if it had been stolen from death, that is how I would like to live.
The human language, as precise as it is with its thousands of words, can still be so wonderfully vague.
He died that day because his body had served its purpose. His soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.
