"No one is so old as to think he or she cannot live another year.
No young man or woman believes they shall die...
'But to live is to love, and for all reasons againts it... all healthy instinct is for it...'"

What win i, if i gain the thing i seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweer grape who will the vine destroy?

"The Man who's hands are filled with blood Will keep you from wanting more. But wait untill the night is over for then the blood will be all yours."