There is nothing in this world but to love, and be loved in return. In a hundred years the most important man you ever met is anonymous. In a thousand everyone is. We cobbled together a life around the table where we break the bread, and for a few thousand times we were as one. I saw your face in our children\’s faces. You said you saw mine. The universe passed the plate, and we put in our offering. We are poor, but it\’s enough for anyone to give. No man could do more. No man could ask for more.
Just stop him damn writing, he\’ll put us all out of work.