None Love, But They Who Wish To

All Is Asleep: The Army, The Wind, And Neptune.

The Heart That Can No Longer Love Passionately Must With Fury Hate.

A Tragedy Need Not Have Blood And Death; It's Enough That It All Be Filled With That Majestic Sadness That Is The Pleasure Of Tragedy.

My Death, Taking The Light From My Eyes, Gives Back To The Day The Purity Which They Soiled.

I Will Die If I Lose You, But I Will Die If I Wait Longer.