There Is A Spectacle More

Too Much Improvisation Leaves The Mind Stupidly Void.

This Book Should Be Read As One Would Read The Book Of A Dead Man.

God Was Bored By Him.

O Darkness, The Sky Is A Gloomy Precinct Whose Door You Close, And Whose Key The Soul Owns; And Night Divides Itself In Half, Being Diabolical And Holy, Between Ilis, The Black Angel, And Christ, The Starry Human Being.

Of All The Things That God Has Made, The Human Heart Is The One Which Sheds The Most Light, Alas! And The Most Darkness.