You Must Forgive Me, For I Struggled

He Turned, As He Spoke, A Peculiar Look In Her Direction, A Look Of Hatred Unless He Has A Most Perverse Set Of Facial Muscles That Will Not, Like Those Of Other People, Interpret The Language Of His Soul.

Terror Made Me Cruel.

Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious, If They Were Valued Living.

Look On The Grave Where Thou Must Sleep Thy Last, And Strongest Foe; It Is Endurance Not To Weep, If That Repose Seem Woe.

Earth Reserves No Blessing For The Unblessed Of Heaven!