thought is naught

Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the nicest people that I have ever known.

the looking glass

sometimes i feel like my life has very little substance at all, it has become like a narrative construct/desconstruct/construct.

be just, be arbitrary

"But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?" - Mark Twain

Modest Doubt

i hate it here, everyone thinks theyre Christ.

a dimple on the chin, the devil within

1. What can I know?
2. What ought I do?
3. What may I hope?

know but do not tell

what might become of the broken down soul when it is treated with nothing but irreverence.

blood will have blood

"When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws."
-Nicolas de Chamfort