Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

The sole purpose is to provide infinite springs, at which the soul may allay the eternal thirst TO KNOW which is forever unquenchable within it, since to quench it, would be to extinguish the soul's self.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

The best things in life make you sweaty.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.