How Alike Are The Groans

No, My Secrets Are Of The Grave And Must Be Kept. And This Is How I Sometimes Think Of Myself, As A Great Explorer Who Has Discovered Some Extraordinary Land From Which He Can Never Return To Give His Knowledge To The World: But The Name Of This Land Is Hell.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

Never Think That By Releasing Me You Will Be Free. You Would Only Condemn Us To An Ultimate Hell On Earth. You Would Only Free Something Else To Destroy Us Both.

What Is Man But A Little Soul Holding Up A Corpse?

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.