A prison becomes a home when you have the key. George Sterling More Quotes by George Sterling More Quotes From George Sterling Let him who is worthy by reason of his clear eye and unjaded heart wander across these borders of beauty and mystery and be glad. George Sterling san-franciscoeyeheart Thy Banners gleam a little, and are furled; Against thy turrets surge His phantom tow'rs; Drugged with his Opiates the nations nod, Refusing still the beauty of thine hours; And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. George Sterling atheismlittlesworld As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skiesâ€) George Sterling glassesdustfire The cool, grey city of love. George Sterling bay-areasan-franciscocities And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimony of the Sunsâ€) George Sterling darksunworld O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimony of the Sunsâ€) George Sterling spacestarssun And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science") George Sterling atheismghostworld The candle glimmers but an hour. The night George Sterling starsbrothernight What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep! George Sterling hourssilencesleep Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fearâ€) George Sterling rootsdreamwind