“The wages of dying are love.”
“When the rich wage war it's the poor who die.”
“Surely love is both work and wages.”
“Wage war on death. Live for love.”
“Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.”
“You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down.”