And they went to bury her: but they found no more of her than the skull, and the feet, and the palms of her hands.

-Bible (Old Testament)
Kings 9:35.

Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin.

-Eliot,T(homas) S(tearns)
  'Whispers of Immortality'.

‚Ah s |¤ , ponerse a escribir otra vez, que¤   vomitivo! ‚Como si todo esto sirviera para algo, como si todo esto fuera a entrar en alguna cabezota, a entretener a alguno de los lectores babosos, ovillados en sus poltronas, frente al sopo¤ n  sopor|¤fero de cada d|¤a! Ah yes, going back to writing, how disgusting! As if all this had some purpose, as if all this would penetrate somethick skull, amusesome drivelling readercurledup in his armchair before the soporific stew of every day!

-Sappho   7c
  De donde son los cantantes (translated as From Cuba with a Song,1972),'La Dolores Rondo¤   n'.

The skull that housed white angels and had vision Of daybreak through the gateways of the mind.

-Sassoon, Siegfried Louvain
  The Heart'sJourney, pt.23,'At the Grave of HenryVaughan'.

Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.

-Sterling, Rod
  InVogue,1 Apr. US  architect  and  writer,  author  of  New  Directions  in  American Architecture  (1969,  revised 1977)  and The  House  that  Bob  Built (1991).

There was a poor poet named Clough, Whom his friends all united to puff, But the public, though dull, Had not such a skull As belonged to believers in Clough.

-Swinburne, Algernon Charles
  Essays and Studies,'MatthewArnold'.

Que coisa e¤   a formosura, sena‹  o uma caveira bem vestida, a que a menor enfermidade tira a cor, e antes de a morte a despir de todo, os anos lhe va‹  o mortificando a gra c° a daquela exterior e aparente superf|¤cie, de tal sorte, que, se os olhos pudessem penetrar o interior dela, o na‹  o poderiam ver sem horror? What isbeauty, but a well-dressed skull that loses colour with the slightest illness, and, before death robs it of everything, the grace of its external and apparent surface is mortified by the years in such a way that, if eyes could penetrate within beauty, they could watch it only full of horror?

-Vieira, Anto"  nio
c.1666  Sermo‹   es,'Serma‹  o do demo¤   nio mudo' ('Sermon of the Silent Devil').