One Is Always Wrong To

I Do Not Love Men: I Love What Devours Them.

Sin Is Whatever Obscures The Soul.

Fish Die Belly Upward, And Rise To The Surface. Its Their Way Of Falling.

It Is Now, And In This World, That We Must Live.

Humanity Cherishes Its Swaddling Clothes; But It Shall Not Grow Up Unless It Can Free Itself From Them. Turning Down His Mother's Breast Does Not Make The Weaned Child Ungrateful. ... Rise Up Naked, Valiant; Make The Sheaths Crack; Push Aside The Stakes; To Grow Straight You Need No More Than The Thrust Of Your Sap And The Call Of The Sun.