Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be Told.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.