Unbeing dead isn't being alive. - E.E. Cummings

"may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone."

"Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars."

"down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us"

"Such was a poet and shall be and is-who'll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam's architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain's heartbeat in his hand."

"Unbeing dead isn't being alive."