When I Planted My Pain In The

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.

Fear Of The Devil Is One Way Of Doubting God.

Beauty Is Not A Need But An Ecstasy. It Is Not A Mouth Thirsting Nor An Empty Hand Stretched Forth, But Rather A Heart Enflamed And A Soul Enchanted.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.