Yet man dies not while the world, at once his mother and his monument,
remains. His name is forgotten, indeed, but the breath he breathed yet
stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet
echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have
inherited today; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows
that he felt are our familiar friends - the end from which he fled aghast
will surely overtake us also.
-- H. Rider Haggard, King Solomon's Mines
Related:
We have gathered here today to pay final respects to our honored dead.
And yet it should be noted in the midst of our sorrow, this death takes
place in the shadow of a new light, the sunrise of a new world, a world
that our beloved comrade gave his life to protect and nourish....
