All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

Brighter Than Fireflies Upon The Uji River Are Your Words In The Dark, Beloved.

My! Ain't Men Blinder'n Moles?

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!

I Know That A Creed Is The Shell Of A Lie.