To Act Is To Anchor In The

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

In Every Man Sleeps A Prophet, And When He Wakes There Is A Little More Evil In The World.

Hungarian Language — Savage It May Be But Of A Beauty That Has Nothing Human About It, With Sonorities Of Another Universe, Powerful And Corrosive, Appropriate To Prayer, To Groans And To Tears, Risen Out Of Hell To Perpetuate Its Accent And Its Aura…words Of Nectar And Cyanide.

The More Intense A Spiritual Leader's Appetite For Power, The More He Is Concerned To Limit It To Others.

Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.