To Determine If You're Human. Be Silent.

There Should Be A Science Of Discontent. People Need Hard Times And Oppression To Develop Psychic Muscles.

Try Looking Into That Place Where You Dare Not Look! You'll Find Me There, Staring Out At You!

There Is No Real Ending. It’s Just The Place Where You Stop The Story.

The Summer Night Comes Brooding Down On Earth, As Love Comes Brooding Down On Human Hearts, With Bliss That Hath No Utterance Save Rich Tears. She Floats In Fragrance Down The Smiling Dark, Foldeth A Kiss Upon The Lips Of Life-- Curtaineth Into Rest The Weary World-- And Shuts Us In With All Our Hid Delights.

Law Is The Ultimate Science.