But I've a rendezvous with Death At midnight in some flaming town, When Spring trips north again this year, And I to my pledged word am true, I shall not fail that rendezvous.

From a boy I gloated on existence. Earth to me Seemed all-sufficient and my sojourn there One trembling opportunity for joy.

I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvous

At Earth's great market where Joy is trafficked in, Buy while thy purse yet swells with golden Youth.

So die as though your funeral Ushered you through the doors that led Into a stately banquet hall Where heroes banqueted.

Spirit of Beauty, whose sweet impulses, flung like rose of dawn across the sea, alone can flush the exalted consciousness with shafts of sensible divinity-light of the world, essential loveliness.

As a species, wise, harmonious progress is our mission.

I die, as I have lived, a free spirit, an Anarchist, owing no allegiance to rulers, heavenly or earthly.

Safety is all well and good: I prefer freedom.

Being at one with everything just means accepting that the future is always going to be unsure and learning to find ways to be okay with the uncontrollable sequence of events.

Sometimes a simple focused thought can change the whole world.

It's interesting - a lot of good actors are good mimes. But I'm terrible. If I tried to do an impression, nobody would know what I was doing.

In this time the enemy began to undermine our fort, which was situated sixty yards from Kentucky River.

Many of the genetically modified foods will be safe, I'm sure. Will most of them be safe? Nobody knows.

The key to a good life is finding things that you want to master.

I've calmed down already. I don't hook up anymore.