Hay Que Ser Absolutamente Moderno

The Wolf Howled Under The Leaves And Spit Out The Prettiest Feathers Of His Meal Of Fowl: Like Him I Consume Myself.

Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

-but I've Just Noticed That My Mind Is Asleep.

My Wisdom Is As Spurned As Chaos. What Is My Nothingness, Compared To The Amazement That Awaits You?

I Could Never Throw Love Out Of The Window.