Pitch-black Winter Nights Live In My Bones.

The Tree That Would Grow To Heaven Must Send Its Roots To Hell.

A Man Who Wills Commands Something Within Himself That Renders Obedience, Or That He Believes Renders Obedience.

The Hour-hand Of Life.

We Ought To Learn From The Kine One Thing: Ruminating.

My Abyss Speaks, I Have Turned My Ultimate Depth Inside Out Into The Light.