“My mouth is full of decayed teeth and my soul of decayed ambitions.”
“And I withdrew into myself when I understood that they wanted to extract every thought in my head, one by one, like decayed teeth.”
“The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.”
“Admirable man, who know teeth by dreams, think you that all those of philosophers are decayed?”
“The woods decay, the woods decay and fall...”
“My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.”