People have their own deaths as well as their own lives, and even if there is nothing beyond death, we shall… — E.M. Forster

It is those who cannot connect who hasten to cast the first stone.

One death may explain itself, but it throws no light upon another: the groping inquiry must begin anew. Preachers or scientists may generalize, but we know that no generality is possible about those whom we love; not one heaven awaits them, not even one oblivion.

In these English farms, if anywhere, one might see life steadily and see it whole, group in one vision its transitoriness and its eternal youth, connect — connect without bitterness until all men are brothers.