There Was A Time When Time Did

Show Me One Thing Here On Earth Which Has Begun Well And Not Ended Badly. The Proudest Palpitations Are Engulfed In A Sewer, Where They Cease Throbbing, As Though Having Reached Their Natural Term: This Downfall Constitutes The Heart's Drama And The Negative Meaning Of History.

The Amount Of Chiaroscuro An Idea Harbors Is The Only Index Of Its Profundity.

Every Word Affords Me Pain. Yet How Sweet It Would Be If I Could Hear What The Flowers Have To Say About Death!

We Die In Proportion To The Words We Fling Around Us.

Word - That Invisible Dagger.