When it’s time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.” — Henry David Thoreau, Philosopher
the sigh of a thousand raindrops bosom of earth convulsed in wretched discontent so too a mother repulsed by the evidence her helpless babe will never taste her milk again nor will the flower bloom nor will the reed pipe flute nor will the heav'ns rest in peace until her soul compulsed kills death
Life is a compromise between fate and free will."—Elbert Hubbard
another grave, wherein, interred she, whom but yesterday was all the things to everyman who from her fountain sipped. rest with the brave, conquests deferred, the hour too dark, touché, for questionings of charlatans that once too oft misdipped.
how comatose a compromise to which no blame can fall, when, with the earth no more alert, ...
that the earth could be depleted, like a seething crucible; that mankind could be defeated, how incomprehensible! when God called light out of darkness and commanded sky and sea, who could fathom human starkness earth's new vile reality?