Make Me Immortal With A Kiss.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.

What Art Thou Faustus, But A Man Condemned To Die?

I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel, - The Justice Of My Quarrel.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.