What Have You Done With The Garden

Hell Is The Bloodcurdling Mansion Of Time, In Whose Profoundest Circle Satan Himself Waits, Winding A Gargantuan Watch In His Hand.

There Is No One So Bound To His Own Face That He Does Not Cherish The Hope Of Presenting Another To The World.

By Walking One Makes The Road, And Upon Glancing Behind Sees The Path

The Absence Of Vices Adds So Little To The Sum Of One's Virtues.

All Our Efforts Must Tend Towards Light.