Ther days may come,/Ther days may go,/But still the light of Mem'ry weaves/Those gentle dreams/Of long ago

I would recommend a solo flight to all prospective suicides. It tends to make clear the issue of whether one enjoys being alive or not.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically -- to those who hardly think about us in return.

Aviators live by hours, not by days.