What Have You Done With The Garden

Hell Is The Bloodcurdling Mansion Of Time, In Whose Profoundest Circle Satan Himself Waits, Winding A Gargantuan Watch In His Hand.

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm Not A Sad Man, And I Don't Believe I Sadden Anyone Else.

The Truly Erotic Sensibility, In Evoking The Image Of Woman, Never Omits To Clothe It. The Robing And Disrobing: That Is The True Traffic Of Love.

Pathmaker, There Is No Path; You Make The Path By Walking, By Walking You Make The Path

Wherever Learning Breeds Specialists, The Sum Of Human Culture Is Enhanced Thereby. That Is The Illusion And Consolation Of Specialists.