Cold Love’s The Loveliest Love Of All.

Oh How I Hate People!

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.

To Live At All Is Miracle Enough.

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.

There Is A Brotherhood Among The Kindly- Closer And Defter And More Integral- Than Any Of Aisle Or Coven- For Love Rang Out Before The Chapel Bell