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• Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
  Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?...
• Now's the time to have some big ideas Now's the time to make some firm decisions We saw the Buddha in a bar down south Talking politics and nuclear fission We see him and he's all washed up -- Moving on into the body of a beetle Getting ready for a long long crawl He ain't nothing -- he ain't nothing at all.
  .. Death and Money make their point once more In the shape of Philosophical assassins Mark and Danny take the bus uptown Deadly angels for reality and passion Have the courage of the here and now Don't taking nothing from the half-baked buddhas When you think you got it paid in full You got nothing -- you got nothing at all....
• Though thou shouldst bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him.
  -- Proverbs XXVII, 22...
• There is no room for death, Nor atom that his might could render void
  Thou--Thou art Being and Breath And what Thou art may never be destroyed. -- Emily Bronte...
• HOPE, n. Desire and expectation rolled into one. Delicious Hope!
  when naught to man it left -- Of fortune destitute, of friends beref...
• So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death
  Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams....
• For I say this is death and the sole death,-- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- A Death in the Dese...
• His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong
  his life, I 'm sure, was in the right. -- Abraham Cowley (1618-1667) -- On the Death of Crashaw...
• All my life, I have searched for a car that feels a certain way.
  Powerful like a gorilla, yet soft and yielding like a Nerf ball....