When Death hath poured oblivion through my veins, And brought me home, as all are brought, to lie In that vast house, common to serfs and Thanes, I shall not die, I shall not utterly die, For beauty born of beauty– that remains. – Madison Cawein
I was the type of guy that used to get up in the morning and go out and just out run everybody on the field without stretching or warming up or anything. – Bo Jackson
