Pursued By Our Origins... We

Tears Do Not Burn Except In Solitude.

We Understand God By Everything In Ourselves That Is Fragmentary, Incomplete, And Inopportune.

In Every Man Sleeps A Prophet, And When He Wakes There Is A Little More Evil In The World.

Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

Every Thought Should Recall The Ruin Of A Smile.