Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.

Conception my boy fundamental brainwork is what makes the difference in all art.

The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.