When We Cannot Be Delivered From Ourselves,

Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of Time Tearing Itself Apart.

Man Must Vanquish Himself, Must Do Himself Violence, In Order To Perform The Slightest Action Untainted By Evil.

Time Is Heavy Sometimes; Imagine How Heavy Eternity Must Be.

Intelligence Flourishes Only In The Ages When Belief Withers.

We Are Afraid Of The Enormity Of The Possible.