Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmuring, unafraid.(“The Passing of Bierce”)

And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science")

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need?Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies”)

O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

The pathway traced with blood and tears, and dust of all our father's dead, Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red, Fade to the mist of nameless years.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A little while, their hunger unfulfilled, The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera")

Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper what their roots had found.(“A Dream of Fear”)

Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm?(“The Young Witch”)

What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

Why do grandparents and grandchildren get along so well? The mother.

It's easier for me to sit with the producers and the writers and I give them my feelings and my thoughts and what I think I feel like singing about and then they go away and write it.

... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.

A man is known by the company he keeps, but a woman is known by the company she keeps waiting.

Just as surely as every new language mastered opens up a new world, so knowledge of a Beethoven, a Chopin, or a Schumann opens up a new world in spiritual beauty and thought.

I have a feeling that books are a lot like people - they change as you age, so that some books that you hated in high school will strike you with the force of a revelation when you're older.

A generous spirit prefers that his country should be poor, and weak, and of no account, but free, rather than powerful, prosperous, and enslaved.

The Wizard's First Rule: People are stupid; given proper motivation almost anyone will believe almost anything.

I had the afro when I was in high school. I had the flattop during a short period in the early '90s. And I've had different variations of dreadlocks. I'll admit to those!

I have family members that are bipolar. One had a case recently that I witnessed, and it was very, very helpful.