Accursed Be The City Where

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

Sorrow Is Knowledge, Those That Know The Most Must Mourn The Deepest, The Tree Of Knowledge Is Not The Tree Of Life.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

I've Seen Your Stormy Seas And Stormy Women, And Pity Lovers Rather More Than Seamen.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected