Is man merely a mistake of God's? Or God merely a mistake of man?

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

Being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol' dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!

Ye are ugly? Well then, my brethren, take the sublime about you, the mantle of the ugly!

There is an innocence in lying which is the sign of good faith in a cause.

Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.

The magnitude of a progress is gauged by the greatness of the sacrifice that it requires.