Earth has scarcely an acre that does not remind us of actions that have long preceded our own, and its clustering tombstones loom up like reefs of the eternal shore, to show us where so many human barks have struck and gone down.
You only live once. You don't want your tombstone to read: 'Played it Safe. '
When I am dead and buried, on my tombstone I would like to have it written, 'I have arrived. ' Because when you feel that you have arrived, you are dead.
Most of those old settlers told it like it was, rough and rocky. They named their towns Rimrock, Rough Rock, Round Rock, and Wide Ruins, Skull Valley, Bitter Springs, Wolf Hole, Tombstone. It's a tough country. The names of Arizona towns tell you all you need to know.
Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
Paintings, like tombstones, will last a good five hundred years, well into twenty or thirty generations.
The Greatest Blues Singer in the World Will Never Stop Singing.
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.
You gonna do somethin'? or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?
To Yesterday's Companionship and Tomorrow's Reunion.
Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride You will not die, its not poison -Tombstone Blues
Written on her tombstone: "I told you I was sick.
When I go, if there's a tombstone it will say, She doesn't give in. She doesn't give up. And she never takes no for an answer.
Publicity in women is detestable. Anonymity runs in their blood. The desire to be veiled still possesses them. They are not even now as concerned about the health of their fame as men are, and, speaking generally, will pass a tombstone or a signpost without feeling an irresistible desire to cut their names on it.
You might be a redneck if your favorite hunting dog has a bigger tombstone than your grandfather.
The chances that your tombstone will read 'Killed by Asteroid' are about the same as they'd be for 'Killed in Airplane Crash. '
I know what I'm having 'em put on my tombstone: 'I have nothing more to say'.
. . . the structure of our public morality crashed to earth. Above its grave a tombstone read, "Be tolerant--even of evil. " Logically the next step would be to say to our commonwealth's criminals, "I disagree that it's all right to rob and murder, but naturally I respect your opinion. " Tolerance is only complacence when it makes no distinction between right and wrong.
But I am greedy for life. I do too much of everything all the time. Suddenly one day my heart will fail. The Iron Crab will get me as it got my father. But I am not afraid of The Crab. At least I shall have died from an honourable disease. Perhaps they will put on my tombstone. 'This Man Died from Living Too Much'.
On my tombstone, I want written: 'He never did 'Love Boat!''