I Wish We Had More Visible Christian

It Seems An Insult To The Night To Speak Of Purpose And Intent, When This Common Moment Is So Brimming Full Of Blessed Design Tranquility. All Things Follow Their Course.

The Evil Of One Murder Is Infinite, And My Guilt Is Like My Beauty - Eternal. I Cannot Be Forgiven, For There Is No One To Forgive Me For All I've Done.

Life Is A Tragedy, One Way Or Another. What Is Certain Is That You Die.

I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too Much, And Understand Not Nearly Enough And Never Will.

Maybe That's What Hell Is. You Go Mad. And All Your Demons Come And Get You Just As Fast As You Can Think Them Up.