A FIERY young world, in far voids of sky,
Called to an old world growing dark and chill:
"Now that you hear the hour you must die,
Tell me what mighty memories haunt you still!"
Then from the old sad world this answer fell:
"Vast peoples rose and vanished where I swing....
But all my poor tired soul remembers well
Are the great songs my poets used to sing!"
Edgar Fawcett
There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their acquiring. They are the very simplest things, and because it takes a man's life to know them the little new that each man gets from life is very costly and the only heritage he has to leave.
--Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961)
The word for "name" in Japanese is "na-ma-e," in Mongolian "nameg."