Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Music Tells No Truths.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.