Very near my sunset, I bless you, Life […]

Because I see at the end of my rough way
that I was the architect of my own destiny
and if I extracted the sweetness or the bitterness of things
it was because I put the sweetness or the bitterness in them
when I planted rose bushes I always harvested roses […]

— from “At Peace” by Mexican ambassador & poet Amado Nervo, born today in 1870