Life may be treacherous, but you can always depend on death.

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

Unpopular, lonely and loving, Elinor need not trouble, For if she were not so loving, She would not be so miserable.

I love Death because he breaks the human pattern and frees us from pleasures too prolonged as well as from the pains of this world. It is pleasant, too, to remember that Death lies in our hands; he must come if we call him. ... I think if there were no death, life would be more than flesh and blood could bear.

Youth is an arithmetical statement of passing interest, each hour eats it up.