The Darkness Declares The Glory Of Light.

These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins

What We Know Of Other People's Only Our Memory Of The Moments During Which We Knew Them.

In Our Rhythm Of Earthly Life We Tire Of Light. We Are Glad When The Day Ends, When The Play Ends; And Ecstasy Is Too Much Pain.

In Order To Arrive At What You Are Not, You Must Go Through The Way In Which You Are Not.

It Is Impossible To Design A System So Perfect That No One Needs To Be Good.