Hi handsome hunting man Fire your little gun Bang! Now the animal Is dead and dumb and done. Nevermore to peep again creep again leap again Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh what fun.

All but blind In his chambered hole Gropes for worms The four-clawed Mole.

All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.

A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.

After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

What a haunting, inescapable riddle life was.

And some win peace who spend The skill of words to sweeten despair Of finding consolation where Life has but one dark end.

A lost but happy dream may shed its light upon our waking hours, and the whole day may be infected with the gloom of a dreary or sorrowful one; yet of neither may we be able to recover a trace.

An hour's terror is better than a lifetime of timidity.

For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.

You’ll probably fall in & out of love at least a dozen times…the wrong way…to love THAT ONE…the right way…YOU!

Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.

How few are our real wants and how easy is it to satisfy them! Our imaginary ones are boundless and insatiable.

Though you strut proud of your money, yet fortune has not changed your birth. [Lat., Licet superbus ambules pecuniae, Fortuna non mutat genus.]

She dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves 'em on the window sill

Nothing screws up a séance like the appearance of a real ghost. ~Jaime Vegas

... the attempt to render visual intricacy makes words feel unwieldy, like sacks of meaning that must be lugged into place, dragged here and there, then still don't fell accurate.

A perfect day for me would just be a day that goes the way I plan.

Being a good human being is very easy: Be a good son, a good husband, a good parent and a good citizen.

Careful with fire is good advice we know. Careful with words is ten times doubly so.