We Are All Born In The Same

Frequent And Violent Temptations Were A Proof That The Citadel Of The Soul Had Not Fallen And That The Devil Raged To Make It Fall.

History, Stephen Said, Is A Nightmare From Which I Am Trying To Awake.

I Hear The Ruin Of All Space, Shattered Glass And Toppled Masonry, And Time One Livid Final Flame.

The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In Action.

The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than With A Cylinder Of Rank Weed.