Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.
O, what a tangled web we weave…
There is no delight the equal of dread.
Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.
Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.
What a chimera then is man! What a novelty! What a monster, what a chaos, what a contradiction, what a prodigy!
We called him Tortoise because he taught us.
What does infinity mean to you?
Are you not infinity and yourself?
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter – often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter – in the eye.
Fire wants to burn
Water wants to flow
Air wants to rise
Earth wants to bind
Their glory is, finally, to be loved from afar & almost understood, as parchments are seen & read above sealed cases.”
Angel or demon! thou,whether of light…,
or darkness still dost sway
This age of ours…
By Metal I was born,
For Metal I will die.
Nothing else but Metal in my mind.
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.