What Makes Night Within Us May Leave

Nothing Is Really Small; Whoever Is Open To The Deep Penetration Of Nature Knows This.

Symmetry Is Ennui, And Ennui Is The Very Essence Of Grief And Melancholy. Despair Yawns.

Revolutions Are Not Born Of Chance But Of Necessity.

Even The Darkest Night Will End And The Sun Will Rise.

I Have Been Loving You A Little More Every Minute Since This Morning.