I Was Weeping Again, Drunk On The

Our Imagination Flies -- We Are Its Shadow On The Earth.

And What Is Death, If Not A Face At Peace - Its Artistic Perfection.

Ladies And Gentlemen Of The Jury, Exhibit Number One Is What The Seraphs, The Misinformed, Simple, Noble-winged Seraphs, Envied. Look At This Tangle Of Thorns.

You Lose Your Immortality When You Lose Your Memory.

The Tiny Madman In His Padded Cell.