I'd definitely be into doing some zombie slaying music. That'd be cool.
We do not die with those we mourn.
Carve not upon a stone when I am dead, The praises which remorseful mourners give; To women's graves - a tardy recompense, But speak them while I live.
I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow,- Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now!
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, Make me a child again just for to-night!
Unremembered and afar I watched as I watched a star, Through darkness struggling into view And I loved you better than you knew.
Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!I am so weary of toil and of tears,-Toil without recompense, tears all in vain!Take them, and give me my childhood again!
Magic is love. All magic should be performed out of love. The moment anger or hatred tinges your magic, you have crossed the border into a dangerous world, one that will ultimately consume you.
Sex is a spiritual experience.
Anybody who tries to change society without examining the family is trying to push a shadow without moving a statue.
But America is a great, unwieldy Body. Its Progress must be slow. . . Like a Coach and six - the swiftest Horses must be slackened and the slowest quickened, that all may keep an even Pace.