All The Visible Universe Is Nothing But

The Devil's Hand Directs Our Every Move - / The Things We Loathed Become The Things We Love

La, Tout N’est Qu’ordre Et Beauté Luxe, Calme Et Volupté There, There Is Nothing Else But Grace And Measure, Richness, Quietness, And Pleasure.

You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

The Devil's Finest Trick Is To Persuade You That He Does Not Exist.

The Old Paris Is No More (the Form Of A City Changes Faster, Alas! Than A Mortal's Heart).