Upper text:

GUIL: No, no, no . . . you've got it all wrong . . .
you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to
do with seeing it happen - it's not gasps and blood
and falling about - that isn't what makes it death.
It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all -
now you see him, now you don't, that's the only thing
that's real: here one minute and gone the next and
never coming back - an exit, unobtrusive and
unannounced, a dissappearance gathering weight
as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with

From: "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead"
by Tom Stoppard

Lower text:

I burn my candle at both ends
it will not last the night
but oh my friends and oh my foes
it dost cast a wondrous light

Edna St. Vincent Millay