Love Begets Love. This Torment

Love Is Not Love Until Love's Vulnerable.

All Lovers Live By Longing, And Endure: Summon A Vision And Declare It Pure.

Over Every Mountain There Is A Path, Although It May Not Be Seen From The Valley.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

Fear Was My Father, Father Fear. His Look Drained The Stones.