Sensuality Is The Death Of The Soul.

The Greatest Tyranny Is To Love I Where We Are Not Loved Again.

All Poetry Like Every Work Of Art Proceeds From A Swift Vision Of Things.

All Human Power Is A Compound Of Time And Patience.

Who Is To Decide Which Is The Grimmer Sight: Withered Hearts, Or Empty Skulls?

While Seeking Out The Dead, I See Nothing But The Living.