And see she flies, and she is everywhere..

Just say yes, just say there's nothing holding you back..

What feeds me destroys me..

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker..

A comprehended God is no God at all!.

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!.

The study of beauty is a duel in which the artist cries out in terror before he is defeated..

If all seconds were as averse to duels as their principals, very little blood would be shed in that way..