Thoughts Of Suicide Have Got Me Through

In A World That Has Ceased To Believe In Sin, The Artist Is Responsible For The Preaching.

She Was Waiting, But She Didn't Know For What. She Was Aware Only Of Her Solitude, And Of The Penetrating Cold, And Of A Greater Weight In The Region Of Her Heart.

Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone At Last, We End Up Ruling Over A Desert.

The Urge To Revolt Is One Of The Essential Dimensions Of Human Nature.

There Is No Sun Without Shadow, And It Is Essential To Know The Night.