There Is An Alchemy Of Quiet Malice

Let The Black Flower Blossom As It May!

Not Yet Hardened, Many Young Die Good.

Words - So Innocent And Powerless As They Are, As Standing In A Dictionary, How Potent For Good And Evil They Become In The Hands Of One Who Knows How To Combine Them.

His Stories Are Good To Hear At Night, Because We Can Dream About Them Asleep; And Good In The Morning, Too, Because Then We Can Dream About Them Awake. (cowslip)

The Sorrow That Lay Cold In Her Mother's Heart... Converted It Into A Tomb.