The heart grows weary after a little Of what it loved for a little while.
Man has never been the same since God died.
And he whose soul is flat -- the sky Will cave in on him by and by.
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
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.