Be Forever Dead In Eurydice-more Gladly Arise

Be, In This Immensity Of Night, The Magic Force At Your Sense's Crossroad.

Love Is Like The Measles. The Older You Get It, The Worse The Attack.

Sometime We Will Have To Stop Overevaluating The Word. We Shall Learn To Realize That It Is Only One Of The Many Bridges That Connect The Island Of Our Soul With The Great Continent Of Common Life. . . The Broadest, Perhaps, But In No Way The Most Refined.

Across The Moment, Aeons Speak With Aeons. More Than We Experienced Has Gone By.

A Person Isn't Who They Are During The Last Conversation You Had With Them - They're Who They've Been Throughout Your Whole Relationship.