The Feel Of Not To

Darkling I Listen; And, For Many A Time I Have Been Half In Love With Easeful Death, Called Him Soft Names In Many A Muse' D Rhyme, To Take Into The Air My Quiet Breath; Now More Than Ever Seems It Rich To Die, To Cease Upon The Midnight With No Pain, While Thou Art Pouring Forth Thy Soul Abroad In Such An Ecstasy!

Some Say The World Is A Vale Of Tears, I Say It Is A Place Of Soul-making.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

Its Better To Lose Your Ego To The One You Love Than To Lose The One You Love To Your Ego

The Excellence Of Every Art Is Its Intensity.