I Am A Cemetery By The Moon

And Over Your Unconsecrated Head You'll Hear The Howling Wolves Lament Their Fate And Yours The Livelong Year.

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music

God Is The Only Being Who, In Order To Reign, Doesn't Even Need To Exist.

I Should Like The Fields Tinged With Red, The Rivers Yellow And The Trees Painted Blue. Nature Has No Imagination.

What Can An Eternity Of Damnation Matter To Someone Who Has Felt, If Only For A Second, The Infinity Of Delight?