What Is Death But A Traversing Of

Before The Invader Sound Was Born, The Universe Was Silent And Shall Be Again.

Animals Are Neither Gods Nor Fiends, But Men In Their Way Without The Lust And Greed Of Man.

It Is An Ill Thing To Meet A Man You Thought Dead In The Woodland At Dusk.

The More I See Of What You Call Civilization, The More Highly I Think Of What You Call Savagery!

Life Is But A Web Spun Of Ghosts And Dreams And Illusions.