“A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.”

“Laughter, when out of place, mistimed, or bursting forth from a disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice.”

“His brain was simmering and bubbling within the cracking tenement of the skull.Flames burst forth from his skull like a corolla,shrieking like voices: -Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!”

“In so far as the mind sees things in their eternal aspect, it participates in eternity.”

“Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind, I spill them. The flowers become gold, they come to dwell inside the palace of eternity.”

“Some things dwell in our minds that should never be afforded egress. You have to learn such, your mind is naïve and insipid. (Fifth Shadowlord)”