Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain - This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies - The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.