“Time wove clarity from insanity and crowned his soul with the thorns of purpose.”

“Her clarity gave her purpose and her purpose gave her clarity.”

“No pain, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.”

“Bitter love, a violet with it's crown of thorns in a thicet of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you come to conquer my soul? What brought you?”

“I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower;The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but his voice—and carven by his power Rocks are his written words. All pathways by his feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree.”

“I know faith. Therefore, I must embrace the crown of thorns. I seek the truth. Therefore, I must dare to disobey God.”