Of Two Friends, One Is Always The

Anyone Who Has Chanced Like Me To Roam Through Desolate Mountains And Studied At Length Their Fantastic Shapes And Drunk The Invigorating Air Of Their Valleys Can Understand Why I Wish To Describe And Depict These Magic Scenes For Others.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

Afraid Of Decision, I Buried My Finer Feelings In The Depths Of My Heart And They Died There.

Of Two Friends, One Is Always The Slave Of The Other, Although Frequently Neither Acknowledges The Fact To Himself.

Evil Spawns Evil. The First Experience Of Torture Gives An Understanding Of The Pleasure In Tormenting Others.