The Whole Universe Is But The Footprint

This Sorrow Weighs Upon The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Without Infamy Or Praise.

The Day That Man Allows True Love To Appear, Those Things Which Are Well Made Will Fall Into Cofusion And Will Overturn Everything We Believe To Be Right And True.

Nature Is The Art Of God.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark.