If You Would Civilize A Man, Begin

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put Into Words.

Pain Is As Diverse As Man. One Suffers As One Can.

God Became Man, Granted. The Devil Became A Woman.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.

I Am Not In The World To Care For My Life, But For Souls.