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by on Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

by on Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year’s watch that lying on the Atreidae’s roof on bended arm, doglike, I have kept, marking the conclave of all the night’s stars, those pontentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

by on Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

Words are the physicians of a mind diseased.

by on Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

I would far rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.