if i should ever die, god forbid, let this be my epitaph:

“THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED

FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD

WAS MUSIC.”

all that is gold does not glitter

not all those who wander are lost
the old that is strong does not wither
deep roots are not reached  by the frost
from the ashes a fire shall be woken
a light from the shadows shall spring
renewed shall be blade that was broken
the crownless again shall be king.

-j.r.r tolkien