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Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I quickly laugh at everything for fear of having to cry.

There is no more mistaken path to happiness than worldliness, revelry, high life.

The only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain.

Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

When one is rising, standing, walking, doing something, stopping, one should constantly concentrate one's mind on the act and the doing of it, not one ones' relation to the act or its character or value... One should simply practice concentration of the mind on the act itself, understanding it to be an expedient means for attaining tranquility of mind, realization, insight, and wisdom.

Capital punishment would be more effective as a preventive measure if it were administered prior to the crime.

Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month I can be myself.

to be nobody-but-myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means, to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they come Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods. They will wonder if I was important.

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.