The Habit Of Doing One's Duty Drives

A Frenzied Passion For Art Is A Canker That Devours Everything Else.

Nature Is A Temple, Where The Living Columns Sometimes Breathe Confusing Speech; Man Walks Within These Groves Of Symbols, Each Of Which Regards Him As A Kindred Thing.

Je Sais La Douleur Est La Noblesse Unique O U' Ne Mordront Jamais La Terre Et Les Enfers. I Know That Pain Is The One Nobility Upon Which Hell Itself Cannot Encroach.

Through The Unknown, We'll Find The New

I Can Barely Conceive Of A Type Of Beauty In Which There Is No Melancholy.