Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost

"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth." -- Oscar Wilde

"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living." -- Cicero