This is perhaps my favorite piece of writing. It’s from The Diary of Adam and Eve, by Mark Twain. This is from Eve’s diary and echoed in my thoughts last night. The Illustration is by Lester Ralph
By watching, I know that the stars are not going to last. I have seen some of the best ones melt and run down the sky. Since one can melt, they can all melt; since they can all melt, they can all melt the same night. That sorrow will come—I know it. I mean to sit up every night and look at them as long as I can keep awake; and I will impress those sparkling fields on my memory, so that by and by when they are taken away I can by my fancy restore those lovely myriads to the black sky and make them sparkle again, and double them by the blur of my tears.