There Is No Limit To Suffering.

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

Is It Possible That Existence Is Our Exile And Nothingness Our Home?

Glory - Once Achieved, What Is It Worth?

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.

Skepticism Is The Elegance Of Anxiety.