A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

Old godheads sink in space and drown Their arks like foundered galleons sucked down.

Insects have their own point of view about civilization a man thinks he amounts to a great deal but to a flea or a mosquito a human being is merely something good to eat.

Every cloud has its silver lining but it is sometimes a little difficult to get it to the mint.

As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty, He clothes them with music and fire, Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire.

An optimist is the person who has never had any experience at all.

I suppose the human race is doing the best it can but hells bells thats only an explanation its not an excuse.