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
When I played ball, I didnt play for fun. . . . Its no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. Its a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest. – Ty Cobb