Jsaa

“For the first twenty years, since yesterday,
I scarce believed thou could'st be gone away;
For forty more, I fed on favors past,
And forty' on hopes, that thou would'st they might last.
Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two;
A thousand, I did neither think, nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you;
Or, in a thousand more, forget that too.
Yet call not this, long life, but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?”
― John Donne, John Donne: Selected Poems

“I think Professor Angell died because he knew too much, or because he was likely to learn too much. Whether I shall go as he did remains to be seen, for I have learned much now.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

“As a booty or a spoil, captured, caught, with snare and toil.
Selling pleasure, selling joy, Tantalizing, tortured toy; Tricked and trafficked, mocked and marred, Branded, baffled, scoffed and scarred!

Wander, wander whither, why? Ye who pay while all pass by, Casting stones each at his sin As he spurns in you his kin.

Fools of fortune, pity ye Your bejewelled poverty !

Hounded like a hare at bay, That no coup de grace will slay, Like a bird of broken wing, Wild, defiant, fluttering.

Hither, thither, drearily, On and onward, wearily; Laughing, cursing to defy Stifled sob and surging sigh.”
― Grace Constant Lounsbery, Poems of Revolt, and Satan Unbound

“All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.”
― Eugene Field, The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac