Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.

Men may scoff, and men may pray, But they pay Every pleasure with a pain.

Life is worth Living Through every grain of it, From the foundations To the last edge Of the cornerstone, death.

So many are the deaths we die Before we can be dead indeed.

Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.

Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one." (Between the Dusk of a Summer Night, 13-16)

Good luck belongs to those who know how and are not afraid." John Hay to President Theodore Roosevelt

They will find whatever button will make you dance, and dance you will, no matter how hideous the tune.

When she turned to see me smiling. It was an awkward smile, but you only really know what a smile means when you own the face behind it. Everyone else just sees the smile they expected it to be.

A house divided against itself cannot stand.

You can't think and hit at the same time.

If you want to be free be free

... you are legally allowed to drink kid, so we figured the best thing for you is a car.

Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.

There is no more foul or relentless enemy of man in the occult world than this dead-alive creature spewed up from the grave.