There Is Something More Terrible Than A

The Soul In The Darkness Sins, But The Real Sinner Is He Who Caused The Darkness.

The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On The Water Than On The Land.

There Are No Rules For Felicity.

Humanity Is Our Common Lot. All Men Are Made Of The Same Clay. There Is No Difference, At Least Here On Earth, In The Fate Assigned To Us. We Come Of The Same Void, Inhabit The Same Flesh, Are Dissolved In The Same Ashes. But Ignorance Infecting The Human Substance Turns It Black, And That Incurable Blackness, Gaining Possession Of The Soul, Becomes Evil.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.