"Let's move on to hell!"
"That's quite a way from Grimsby...
Oh, Hull! My mistake."
"Let's move on to hell!"
"That's quite a way from Grimsby...
Oh, Hull! My mistake."
Oh Hull, my mistake
I was looking for Kingston
A town of Isis
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
A town of Isis
Beside magical Nile,
Green and Fertile
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
Green and fertile
Is that land known as the past
It lives within me
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
It lives within me
Passion and love intertwined
And it lives and grows
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
And it lives and grows
On conservative light through
rose-tinted windows
Faith is believing what you know ain't so - Mark Twain
The preachers deal with men of straw, as they are men of straw themselves - Henry David Thoreau
The way to see faith is to shut the eye of reason - Benjamin Franklin
The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery - Leo Tolstoy
rose-tinted windows
that make everything seem right
but the fog is grey
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
But the fog is grey
during these hushed winter nights
and the fire sings
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
And the fire sings
A love-song to the darkness
Wherein ashes lie.
Wherein ashes lie
That cold urn on the mantle
A loved one now lost
A loved one now lost
But where on earth could they be
a futile search for...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
A futile search for...
The only thing they won't find
But still they will look
but still they will look
in their cold wet suits they dive
to her resting place
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"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
To her resting place
Where she used to come for calm
She now lies for good
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she now lies for good
bottom of the Atlantic
a former beauty...
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
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