Security is the chief enemy of mortals. >>
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. >>
We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. >>
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without hav >>
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it serve >>
The world is the mirror of myself dying. >>
All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity.