Woe To Him Inside A Non-conformist Clique

Where Everything Is Possible Miracles Become Commonplaces, But The Familiar Ceases To Be Self-evident.

When Hopes And Dreams Are Loose In The Streets, It Is Well For The Timid To Lock Doors, Shutter Windows And Lie Low Until The Wrath Has Passed. For There Is Often A Monstrous Incongruity Between The Hopes, However Noble And Tender, And The Action Which Follows Them. It Is As If Ivied Maidens And Garlanded Youths Were To Herald The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse .

Dissipation Is A Form Of Self-sacrifice.

We Can Remember Minutely And Precisely Only The Things Which Never Really Happened To Us.

When The Weak Want To Give An Impression Of Strength They Hint Menacingly At Their Capacity For Evil. It Is By Its Promise Of A Sense Of Power That Evil Often Attracts The Weak.