Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

Music Tells No Truths.

As The Master So The Valet.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.