(I vote we get all of those letters, but that we also get them on our keyboards so I don't have to keep copying-and-pasting every time I want to use them.)
Mors omnia solvit. Nascentes morimur, Mors ultima linea rerum. Ortus cuncta suos repetunt matremque requirunt, Et redit ad nihilum quod fuit ante nihil.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
