Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.

Stronger Than Alcohol, Vaster Than Poetry, Ferment The Freckled Red Bitterness Of Love!

My Wisdom Is As Spurned As Chaos. What Is My Nothingness, Compared To The Amazement That Awaits You?

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!

Whose Hearts Must I Break? What Lies Must I Maintain? - Through Whose Blood Am I To Wade ?