Art Is Unthinkable Without Risk And Spiritual

I Hate Everything You Say, But Not Enough To Kill You For It.

Even So, One Step From My Grave, I Believe That Cruelty, Spite, The Powers Of Darkness Will In Time Be Crushed By The Spirit Of Light.

It Snowed And Snowed, The Whole World Over, Snow Swept The World From End To End. A Candle Burned On The Table; A Candle Burned.

Salvation Lies Not In The Faithfulness To Forms, But In The Liberation From Them.

But What Are Pity, Conscience, Or Fear To The Brazen Pair, Compared With The Living Sorcery Of Their Hot Embraces?