If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time; I press God's lamp Close to my breast; its splendor soon or late Will pierce the gloom; I shall emerge one day.

Knowledge by suffering entereth, And life is perfected by death.

Our hope of immortality does not come from any religions, but nearly all religions come from that hope

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

I am become death, shatterer of worlds.