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It's all now you see: tomorrow began yesterday and yesterday won't be over until tomorrow.
— William Faulkner
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move.
— William Faulkner
which was no abode of the dead because there was no death, not Lion and not Sam: not held fast in earth but free in earth and not in earth but of earth, myriad yet undiffused of every myriad part, leaf and twig and particle, air and sun and rain and dew and night, acorn oak and leaf and acorn again, dark and dawn and dark and dawn again in their immutable progression and, being myriad, one...
— William Faulkner
It's all now you see. Yesterday won't be over until tomorrow and tomorrow began ten thousand years ago.
— William Faulkner
But I didn't need to see him because he was there, he would always be there; maybe what Druscilla meant by his dream was not something which he possessed but something which he had bequeathed us which we could never forget, which would even assume the corporeal shape of him whenever any of us, black or white, closed our eyes.
— William Faulkner
the long sleep that outlasts love
— William Faulkner
Show me the man what aint going to die, bless Jesus.
— William Faulkner
Wasn't it just one before?' the old porter said. 'Wasn't one enough then to tell us the same thing all them two thousand years ago:
— William Faulkner
The best use of life is to spend it for something that outlasts it.
— William James
Where [God] is, tragedy is only provisional and partial, and shipwreck and dissolution are not the absolutely final things.
— William James
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
— Heinrich Heine
So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.
— Henry David Thoreau