A Martyr's Disciples Suffer More Than The

Character Is Determined More By The Lack Of Certain Experiences Than By Those One Has Had.

I Love Him Who Chasteneth His God, Because He Loveth His God: For He Must Succumb Through The Wrath Of His God.

Behold, I Am Weary Of My Wisdom, Like A Bee That Has Gathered Too Much Honey; I Need Hands Outstretched To Receive It.

It Is Always Consoling To Think Of Suicide: In That Way One Gets Through Many A Bad Night.

You Know A Moment Is Important When It Is Making Your Mind Go Numb With Beauty.