“Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. It is not the effort nor the failure tires. The waste remains, the waste remains and kills.”
“You don’t want madhouse and the whole thing there.”
“My heart pumps yet the poison draught of you.”
“It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.”
“The heart of standing is you cannot fly.”
“Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.”
“Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.”
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