I Should Have Considered It Wrong To

I Was Walking Along The Road With Two Friends. The Sun Set. I Felt A Tinge Of Melancholy. Suddenly The Sky Became A Bloody Red... I Stood There, Trembling With Fright. And I Felt A Loud, Unending Scream Piercing Nature.

I Have No Fear Of Photography As Long As It Cannot Be Used In Heaven And In Hell.

I Should Have Considered It Wrong To Have Finished The Frieze Before The Room For Its Accommodation And The Funds For Its Completion Were Available.

From The Moment Of My Birth, The Angels Of Anxiety, Worry, And Death Stood At My Side, Followed Me Out When I Played, Followed Me In The Sun Of Springtime And In The Glories Of Summer. They Stood At My Side In The Evening When I Closed My Eyes, And Intimidated Me With Death, Hell, And Eternal Damnation.

And I Would Often Wake Up At Night And Stare Widely Into The Room: Am I In Hell?