epitaphs, to be continued →
Ludwig Boltzmann (himself)
S = k log W
The formula for the entropy of a system. He committed suicide after contemporary scientists did not accept the formula.
Charles Bukowski — August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994 — (himself) buried in Green Hills Memorial Park, LA
"There were thousands of brown books in leather bindings, some were chained to the bookshelves and others propped against each other as if they had had too much to drink and did not really trust themselves."
"I think about things that might have been and never were.
The treatise on Saxon myths that Bede omitted to write.
The inconceivable work that Dante may have glimpsed
As soon as he corrected the Comedy’s last verse.
History without two afternoons: that of the hemlock, that of the Cross.
History without Helen’s face.
Man without the eyes that have granted us the moon.
Over three Gettysburg days, the victory of the South.
The love we never shared.
The vast empire the Vikings declined to found.
The globe without the wheel, or without the rose.
John Donne’s judgment of Shakespeare.
The unicorn’s other horn.
The fabled Irish bird which alights in two places at once.
The child I never had."
Jorge Luis Borges — “Things That Might Have Been”
"A writer — and, I believe, generally all persons — must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art."