Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When

Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who Cannot Hide The Stolen Horse Without Giving A Glimpse Of The Bridle.

There Is Only One Kind Of Shock Worse Than The Totally Unexpected: The Expected For Which One Has Refused To Prepare.

Often Beauty Grows Dull Or Common When Speech Breaks The Mask.

In Hatred As In Love, We Grow Like The Thing We Brood Upon. What We Loathe, We Graft Into Our Very Soul.

Death Was The Price Of Life.