| IT MIGHT NOT UNREASONABLY BE THOUGHT THAT THE CATAFALQUE, THE GRAVE-SHROUD, THE BLACK PALL, WOULD AROUSE SOLEMN THOUGHTS AND KILL DESIRE, BUT ON THE CONTRARY THIS FUNERAL POMP & THE TRAPPINGS OF THE DEAD ARE CONSIDERED IN CERTAIN CIRCLES THE MOST ELEGANT TITILLATION. THE MOST POTENT & APPROVED OF GENTILE APHRODISIACS.- Montague Summers | PALE, BEYOND PORCH AND PORTAL, CROWNED WITH LEAVES, SHE STANDS, WHO GATHERS ALL THINGS MORTAL, WITH COLD IMMORTAL HANDS, HER LANGUID LIPS ARE SWEETER, THAN LOVE'S WHO FEARS TO GREET HER, TO MEN THAT MIX AND MEET HER, FROM MANY TIMES AND LANDS. - A.C. Swinburne | |
| THE GREAT MEN OF HIS TIME IS HE WHO EXPRESSES THE WILL OF HIS TIME; WHO TELLS HIS TIME WHT IT WILLS; AND WHO CARRIES IT OUT. - Hegel | YOU TREMBLE CARCASS? YOU WOULD TREMBLE EVEN MORE IF YOU KNEW WHERE I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU. - Vicomte de Turenne | |
| MAN DOTH NOT YIELD HIMSELF TO THE ANGELS, NORUNTO DEATH UTTERFLY, SAVE ONLY THROUGH THE WEAKNESS OF HIS FEEBLE WILL. - Joseph Glanvill | ETERNAL AS TIME IS , AND BEING THE WINDS ALLIED, I AM CONDEMNED TO THE TORMENT FIRE, AND TO THE BLOOD OF MY OWN BREATH. | |
| MY HIGHEST HOPE REMAINS SILENT AND UNATTAINED. ALL MY VISIONS & SOLACE OF MY YOUTH LIE DEAD! HOW DID I BEAR IT! HOW DID I HEAL WOUNDS LIKE THIS, HOW DID I OVERCOME THEM? HOW WAS IT THAT MY SOUL ROSE ONCE & LEFT THESE GRAVES? - Friedrich Nietzsche | YOU SHALL KNOW NOTHING, IF YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN EVERY THING. AND IF YOU ARE TIMID ENOUGH TO STOP WITH WHATIS NATURAL, NATURE WILL ELUDE YOUR GRASP FOREVER. - Donatjen Franqois de Sade | |
| THE PAIN THAT HURTS MY ESSENCE, LOOKING FOR MY DESTROYED SOUL, WITH THE FIRING EARTH ON MY SHOULDERS, AND THE MOON LIGHT TO THE FIRMAMENT. | AS I WALKED ON MY OWN AS I LOOK FOR MY DEAR HOME I FELT THE SUN LEAVING ME WHITE CHORUSES WAIT FOR ME. |