To Glorify The Cult Of

Always Be A Poet, Even In Prose.

And Over Your Unconsecrated Head You'll Hear The Howling Wolves Lament Their Fate And Yours The Livelong Year.

Today I Felt Pass Over Me A Breath Of Wind From The Wings Of Madness.

Genius Is Nothing More Nor Less Than Childhood Recaptured At Will.

There Is No Sweeter Pleasure Than To Surprise A Man By Giving Him More Than He Hopes For.