Author » Twain, Mark
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All say, How hard it is that we have to die -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
There is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream, a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought --a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!