We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people c >>
Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air ther >>
The bastard! He doesn't exist! >>
I could never bear to be buried with people to whom I had not been int >>
Corpses are more fit to be thrown out than is dung. >>
The beautiful uncut hair of graves. >>
Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate and drift, through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me. A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought, a ton of worms, I believe it.