I Don't Want To Be A Genius-i

Since We're All Going To Die, It's Obvious That When And How Don't Matter.

The World Is Never Quiet, Even Its Silence Eternally Resounds With The Same Notes, In Vibrations Which Escape Our Ears. As For Those That We Perceive, They Carry Sounds To Us, Occasionally A Chord, Never A Melody.

There Is Always A Certain Hour Of The Day And Of The Night When A Man’s Courage Is At Its Lowest Ebb, And It Was That Hour Only That He Feared.

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

A Loveless World Is A Dead World.