Something To Remember, That: Cats For Missiles.

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.

I Am Too Rich Already, For My Eyes Mint Gold, While My Heart Cries.

For What Use Are Books To Anyone Whose Days Are Like A Rook's Nest With Every Twig A Duty.

And There Shall Be A Flame-green Daybreak Soon. And Love Itself Will Cry For Insurrection! For Tomorrow Is Also A Day - And Titus Has Entered His Stronghold.

There Are Times When The Air That Floats Between Mortals Becomes, In Its Stillness And Silence, As Cruel As The Edge Of A Scythe.