I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a-night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
I believe that if at the end of it all, according to our abilities, if we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is all we can do.
To make other less happy, is a crime.To make ourselves less happy, is where all crime starts.
We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true, no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try.
-Roger Ebert