When Night Hath Set Her

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.