Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.

For he will do As he do do And there's no doing anything about it!

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

i will show you fear in a handful of dust." t.s. eliot we don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices in the lost lilac and the lost sea voices and the weak spirit quickens to rebel for the bent golden-rod and the lost sea smell quickens to recover.