Walk down the path that has light
Eternity was in out lips and eyes
2,136 meters of pregnancy?
Sleep, baby, sleep and learn.
History is bunk
He had brushed away a little dust
And all our yesterdays had lighted fools
Ur of Chaldees
A gram is better than a damn
It's all right, Director.
I won't corrupt them.
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come?
One cubic centimeter cures ten gloomy sentiments.
Stability was practically insured.
"Damn you, damn you!"
The gods are just
The wind has come full circle:
I am here.
being a god kissing carrion...
And by opposing end them—
And of our pleasant vices
Makes instruments to plague us
The multitudinous seas incarnate
to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
Told by an idiot
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare.