Espousing The Melancholy Of Ancient Symbols, I

The True Hero Fights And Dies In The Name Of His Destiny, And Not In The Name Of A Belief.

Beware Of Thinkers Whose Minds Function Only When They Are Fueled By A Quotation.

Melancholy: An Appetite No Misery Satisfies.

When Every Man Has Realized That His Birth Is A Defeat, Existence, Endurable At Last, Will Seem Like The Day After A Surrender, Like The Relief And The Repose Of The Conquered.

I Am Like A Broken Puppet Whose Eyes Have Fallen Inside.