Let Us Not Be Needlessly Bitter: Certain

There Is Only One Thing Worse Than Boredom, And That Is The Fear Of Boredom.

Where Are My Sensations? They Have Melted Into... Me, And What Is This Me, This Self, But The Sum Of These Evaporated Sensations?

Vague A L'ame - Melancholy Yearning For The End Of The World.

A Decadent Civilization Compromises With Its Disease, Cherishes The Virus Infecting It, Loses Its Self-respect.

In Every Man Sleeps A Prophet, And When He Wakes There Is A Little More Evil In The World.