I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

I love humanity but I hate people.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past. Blown from the dark hill hither to my door Three flakes, then four Arrive, then many more.

Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

Life must go on; I forget just why.