We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship.

It Is A Comfort To The Miserable To Have Comrades In Misfortune, But It Is A Poor Comfort After All.

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

Hell Strives With Grace For Conquest In My Breast. What Shall I Do To Shun The Snares Of Death?