We Were Not Made To Eternally Weep.

The Truth Is... Everything Counts. Everything. Everything We Do And Everything We Say. Everything Helps Or Hurts; Everything Adds To Or Takes Away From Someone Else.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

Lord, I Fashion Dark Gods, Too, Daring Even To Give You Dark Despairing Features

Not For Myself I Make This Prayer, But For This Race Of Mine That Stretches Forth From Shadowed Places Dark Hands For Bread And Wine.

All Day Long And All Night Through, One Thing Only Must I Do: Quench My Pride And Cool My Blood, Lest I Perish In The Flood.