He Is Short-sighted Who Looks

I Use Hate As A Weapon To Defend Myself; Had I Been Strong, I Would Never Have Needed That Kind Of Weapon.

Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon Your Reason And Your Judgment Wage War Against Your Passion And Your Appetite.

And How Shall You Punish Those Whose Remorse Is Already Greater Than Their Misdeeds?

I Want Every Image To Be The Beginning Of An Unseen Image.

Everyone Has Experienced That Truth: That Love, Like A Running Brook, Is Disregarded, Taken For Granted; But When The Brook Freezes Over, Then People Begin To Remember How It Was When It Ran, And They Want It To Run Again.