Ela Acreditava Em Anjo E, Porque Acreditava,

I, Who Called Love My Hope For Love.

I Ask Myself: Is Every Story That Has Ever Been Written In This World, A Story Of Suffering And Affliction?

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.

Even Great Men Are Only Truly Recognized And Honored Once They Are Dead. Why? Because Those Who Praise Them Need To Feel Themselves Somehow Superior To The Person Praised, They Need To Feel They Are Making Some Concession.

For One Has The Right To Shout. So, I Am Shouting.