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“As a booty or a spoil, captured, caught, with snare and toil.
Selling pleasure, selling joy, Tantalizing, tortured toy; Tricked and trafficked, mocked and marred, Branded, baffled, scoffed and scarred!

Wander, wander whither, why? Ye who pay while all pass by, Casting stones each at his sin As he spurns in you his kin.

Fools of fortune, pity ye Your bejewelled poverty !

Hounded like a hare at bay, That no coup de grace will slay, Like a bird of broken wing, Wild, defiant, fluttering.

Hither, thither, drearily, On and onward, wearily; Laughing, cursing to defy Stifled sob and surging sigh.”
― Grace Constant Lounsbery, Poems of Revolt, and Satan Unbound

“I think Professor Angell died because he knew too much, or because he was likely to learn too much. Whether I shall go as he did remains to be seen, for I have learned much now.”
― H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

“Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.”
― Georgia Douglas Johnson

“He Is Not Dead

I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.”
― James Whitcomb Riley