Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest

Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

Knowledge Forbidden? Suspicious, Reasonless. Why Should Their Lord Envy Them That? Can It Be Sin To Know, Can It Be Death? And Do They Only Stand By Ignorance? Is That Their Happy State, The Proof Of Their Obedience And Their Faith? O Fair Foundation Laid Whereon To Build Their Ruin!

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

Death Is The Golden Key That Opens The Palace Of Eternity.