If We Must Suffer, Let Us Suffer

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.

The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley: It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight. It Opens On The Dawn.

Son, Brother, Father, Lover, Friend. There Is Room In The Heart For All The Affections, As There Is Room In Heaven For All The Stars.

What Happened Between Those Two Beings? Nothing. They Were Adoring One Another.

Those Who Live Are Those Who Fight.