But Man Invents Nothing God Did Not

What You Have Done To This Point Cannot Be Undone. What You Do Next... It Is Still Unwritten.

I Worked Because I Could Control It.

Lost Love Is Still Love.

I Believe He Died This Way On Purpose. I Believe He Wanted No Chilling Moments, No One To Witness His Last Breath And Be Haunted By It, The Way He Had Been Haunted By His Mother's Death-notice Telegram Or By His Father's Corpse In The City Morgue.

How Do People Choose Their Final Words? Do They Realize Their Gravity? Are They Fated To Be Wise?