“The bones of the Sophists long ago turned to dust and what they said turned to dust with them and the dust was buried under the rubble of declining Athens through its fall and Macedonia through its decline and fall.”

“Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
Of servile opportunity to gold.”

“And all, but Lust, is turned to dust
In Humanity's machine.”

“Strike the enemy’s settlements, turn them into dust, pave the Arab roads with the skulls of Jews.”

“O pray the earth enfold
Our life-sick hearts and turn them into dust.”

“Born in Lust, Turn to Dust. Born in Sin, Come on In”

“Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and — sans End!”

“History meant nothing, because the only continuity was human stupidity. Oh, there were moments of greatness, of bright deeds, but how long did the light of such glory last? From one breath to the next, aye, and no more than that. No more than that. As for the rest, kick through the bones and wreckage for they are what remain, what lasts until all turn to dust.”

“I wanted to rub handprints through his dust”

“Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.”