In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.

• No longer forward nor behindI look in hope or fearBut, grateful, take the good I findThe best of now and here.
• The saddest thing of word or pen, To know the things that might have been.
• In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die in them.
• For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been!"
• Of all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these, what might have been.