Thank The Gods! My Misery Exceeds All

The Crime Of A Mother Is A Heavy Burden.

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.

The Faith That Acts Not, Is It Truly Faith?

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.