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”)

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!

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”)

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”)

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

I want to douse myself in silver words and whisper away all rue.

When you're getting ready to launch into space, you're sitting on a big explosion waiting to happen.

It is useless attacking the insensible.

Don't ask your readers to admire your words when you want them to believe your story.

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

I had a great time doing Vegas. It's just that it takes a lot of time.

Sarah Palin has been hired back by Fox News, and she only left five months ago. She has now effectively quit quitting. She can't even commit to being uncommitted.

I don't want the giant ego. I don't want to become Kevin Costner, singing on the soundtrack to The Postman.

Barack Obama was not born into wealth or privilege, yet today his is president of these United States of America. Barack Obama has lived the American Dream. He has walked in our shoes.

Men seek the causes for death but no one seeks the Divine source of life.