If I Lie Down On My Bed

See The Cat At Love, Rolling With Its Sweetheart, Up And Over, With Shriek And Moan. But If A Person Comes By, They Break Away, Sit Separate Upon A Fence Washing Their Faces - And Might Never Have Met At All.

One Never Knows Really How Things Are With Other People, They Just Do Always Seem More Spirited Than Oneself Somehow.

If I Lie Down On My Bed I Must Be Here, But If I Lie Down In My Grave I May Be Elsewhere.

I Love Death Because He Breaks The Human Pattern And Frees Us From Pleasures Too Prolonged As Well As From The Pains Of This World. It Is Pleasant, Too, To Remember That Death Lies In Our Hands; He Must Come If We Call Him. ... I Think If There Were No Death, Life Would Be More Than Flesh And Blood Could Bear.

Death's Not A Separation Or Alteration Or Parting; It's Just A One-handled Door.