Death's brother, sleep.

Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.

...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

God is peace, bliss, beauty and truth. Focus your energy on that, life will be like that.

Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.

There are three ways to get better figures... Improve the system... Distort the system... Distort the figures

The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.

Conventions are like coins, an easy way of dealing with the commerce of relations.

I'm tired of hearing about innocent victims. It's fiction, If you live on this planet you're guilty, period, f*** you, next case, end of report. Your birth certificate is proof of guilt.

I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.

Spirit slumbers in nature, awakens in mind, and finally recognizes itself as Spirit in the transpersonal domains.

Great men undertake great things because they are great; fools, because they think them easy.

Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.