You had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

History is filled with brilliant people who wanted to fix things and just made them worse.

I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

Everything that is right or reasonable pleads for separation. The blood of the slain$$$ the weeping voice of nature cries$$$ 'tis time to part.

I love the man that smiles at trouble: that can gather strength from distress$$$ and grow brave by reflection.

There exists in man a mass of sense lying in a dormant state$$$ and which$$$ unless something excites it to action$$$ will descend with him$$$ in that condition$$$ to the grave.

The Christian religion is a parody on the worship of the sun$$$ in which they put a man called Christ in the place of the sun$$$ and pay him the adoration originally payed to the sun.

The western mind makes definitions; it draws lines.

The dust that fell unnoted as a dew$$$<br>Wrapped the dead city's face like mummy-cloth.

Voices of boys were by the river-side.<br>Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.