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My desolation does begin to make a better life.

Spanish girls make wonderful wives. I've never had one so I know.

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

Alack, sir, no; her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love. We cannot call her winds and waters sighs and tears; they are greater storms and tempests than almanacs can report: this cannot be cunning in her; if it be, she makes a shower of rain as well as Jove.

But yet let me lamentwith tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts [...]that our stars, irreconcilable, should divideour equalness to this.

A region where grey twilight ever descends, never falls on wide sagegreen pasturefields, shedding her dusk, scattering a perennial dew of stars.

He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.

There isn't anyone to help you. Only me. And I'm the beast.

I know what I want, I have a goal, I have opinions, a religion and love. If only I can be myself, I'll be satisfied.

Why was he doubly irritated?Because he had forgotten and because he remembered that he had reminded himself twice not to forget.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, Nature, and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of Nature.

He laughed to free his mind from his minds bondage.

...like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.

Ulick Norman Owen.

And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

He also went invisible, yet stayed (such privilege hath omnipresence).

Creon: Why not? You and the whole breed of seers are mad for money.Tiresias: And the whole race of tyrants lusts for filthy gain.

Forewarned is forearmed.

What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.

To mee, who with eternal Famine pine,Alike is Hell, or Paradise, or Heaven,There best, where most with ravin I might meet; Which here, though plenteous, all too little seemsTo stuff this Maw, this vast unhide-bound Corpse.