When Men Stop Believing In God, It

Yesterday's Rose Endures In Its Name, We Hold Empty Names.

When You Are On The Dancefloor, There Is Nothing To Do But Dance.

In The Middle Ages, Cathendrals And Convents Burned Like Tinder; Imagining A Medieval Story Without A Fire Is Like Imagining A World War Ii Movie In The Pacific Without A Fighter Plane Shot Down In Flames.

But Laughter Is Weakness, Corruption, The Foolishness Of Our Flesh.

I Felt Like Poisoning A Monk.