Speak Of A Wolf And You See

The Meanest And Most Hateful Thing About Money Is That It Even Gives One Talent.

And You're Sorry That The Ephemeral Beauty Has Faded So Rapidly, So Irretrievably, That It Flashed So Deceptively And Pointlessly Before Your Eyes - You're Sorry, For You Didn't Even Have Time To Fall In Love.

The Russian Soul Is A Dark Place.

Reason Is The Slave Of Passion.

It Is Not As A Child That I Believe And Confess Jesus Christ. My Hosanna Is Born Of A Furnace Of Doubt.