If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.

Why does my muse only speak when she is uhnhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

It is the privilege of the rich To waste the time of the poor To water with tears in secret A tree that grows in secret That bears fruit in secret That ripened falls to the ground in secret And manures the parent tree Oh the wicked tree of hatred and the secret The sap rising and the tears falling.

Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go.

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.

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

It is an amiable part of human nature, that we should love our animals; it is even better to love them to the point of folly, than not to love them at all.