Quotes

Can’t we friends, compare the passing…

Can’t we friends, compare the passing And the life of this cocoon To man’s lowly, dark existence ‘Neath the stars, the sun, the moon Ere he sheds his shell of matter, Tries his Spirit wings in flight, Leaves the house that he has lived in, And goes forth, where all is bright? Gertrude Tooley Buckingham […]

But he, sad-eyed and ashy-cheeked…

But he, sad-eyed and ashy-cheeked, When slips the pen from grasping, Sees, as he struggles, gasping, With fame the far horizon streaked Behind Death’s raven gory-beaked. J.J. Britton (1832–1913), “A Bookworm,” A Sheaf of Ballads, 1884

But a day must come when the fire of youth…

But a day must come when the fire of youth will be quenched in my veins, when winter will dwell in my heart, when his snow flakes will whiten my locks, and his mists will dim my eyes. Then my friends will lie in their lonely grave, and I alone will remain like a solitary […]

Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up…

Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. […]