And Darkness And Decay And

There Is No Beauty Without Some Strangeness

That Man Is Not Truly Brave Who Is Afraid Either To Seem Or To Be, When It Suits Him, A Coward.

In Me Didst Thou Exist-and, In My Death, See By This Image, Which Is Thine Own, How Utterly Thou Hast Murdered Thyself.

There Are Some Secrets Which Do Not Permit Themselves To Be Told.

Even For Those To Whom Life And Death Are Equal Jests. There Are Some Things That Are Still Held In Respect.