Those Who Gossip With You

Out- Out Are The Lights- Out All! And, Over Each Quivering Form, The Curtain, A Funeral Pall, Comes Down With The Rush Of A Storm, While The Angels, All Pallid And Wan, Uprising, Unveiling, Affirm That The Play Is The Tragedy, "man," And Its Hero The Conqueror Worm.

The Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive In Nature Through The Veil Of The Soul.

Stupidity Is A Talent For Misconception.

I Remained Too Much Inside My Head And Ended Up Losing My Mind.

If A Man Deceives Me Once, Shame On Him; If He Deceives Me Twice, Shame On Me.