They didn't understand what they were doing. I'm afraid that will be on the tombstone of the human race.
My closest friend, who died not long ago, is buried near Marx's grave in Highgate cemetery, so I see the gaggle of admirers laying roses at the foot of his tombstone regularly. I have never been tempted to leave flowers there myself. Great theories, shame about the practice. Marx did many things. But inventing class was not one of them.
He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigraph on his tombstone.
Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, 'God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me. ' It's kind of flattering, really.
Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [. . . ]
If the Confederacy fails, there should be written on its tombstone: Died of a Theory.
At Rest An American Soldier And Defender of the Constitution.
I don't want a tombstone. You could carve on it 'She never actually wanted a tombstone. '
The odor of bowel wind is known to every human, but the fragrance of book glue has crossed only a fraction of mortal nostrils. And yet it behooves us not to judge the unlettered too harshly. We must stay the impulse to write CHUCKLEHEAD above their doors and carve DOLT upon their tombstones.
I now believe when I'm dead and buried my tombstone will read, 'I'm not entirely sure the band's over. '
The other day, the way people [do] who are approaching their 80th birthday, I was thinking about all the last business - funerals and where do you want to be buried - and I thought if anything were to be inscribed on my tombstone, I said let it be that.
If you're going to sit on someone's tombstone, you might as well know something about them, right?
Bah, tombstones are only good for pigeons to sit on
Pard, we will meet again in the Happy Hunting Ground To part no more, Goodbye
You know, I've seen a lot of people walkin' 'roundWith tombstones in their eyesBut the pusher don't careAh, if you live or if you die
We live to love you more each day.
On my tombstone, I really hope that someday they will write: He was true but partial.
I will not be back after these messages
What Muddy Waters did for us is what we should do for others. It's the old thing, what you want written on your tombstone as a musician; HE PASSED IT ON.
Cemeteries in Bohemia are like gardens. The graves are covered with grass and colourful flowers. Modest tombstones are lost in the greenery. When the sun goes down, the cemetery sparkles with tiny candles. . . no matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery. Even in wartime, even in Hitler's time, even in Stalin's time.