Truth Is Not A Virtue, But A

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

To Correct A Natural Indifference I Was Placed Half-way Between Misery And The Sun. Misery Kept Me From Believing That All Was Well Under The Sun, And The Sun Taught Me That History Wasn't Everything.

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

Lucifer Also Has Died With God, And From His Ashes Has Arisen A Spiteful Demon Who Does Not Even Understand The Object Of His Venture.

A Work Of Art Is A Confession.