In Revenge And In Love, Woman Is

Convictions Are Prisons.

Many Find Their Heart When They Have Lost Their Head.

...if I Continued To Harbour Any Hope For Music It Lay In The Expectation That A Musician Might Come Who Was Sufficiently Bold, Subtle, Malicious, Southerly, Superhealthy To Confront That Music And In An Immortal Fashion Take Revenge On It.

[heraclitus' Language] Dispenses With Lightness And Artificial Decoration, Foremost Out Of Disgust For Humanity And Out Of [his Own] Defiant Feeling.

On The Tree, Future, We Build Our Nest; And In Our Solitude Eagles Shall Bring Us Nourishment In Their Beaks!