“You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.”
“Throw stones, make waves. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
“Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.”
“It is nothing to die. It is frightful not to live.”
“It is nothing to die; it is dreadful not to live.”