“I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.”

My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

When the world is too much create your own. I do it every day.

Meet me under the moon so we can chase stars together.

Still refining, staying wild, always growing and evolving

My soul and the moon are night time lovers.

She has the intuition of an angel and fire like a dragon.

Don’t try taming me, I’ll end up growing spikes on my wings and fangs in my mouth.

You want war. I want love. That’s the difference between your heart and mine.

All concerns of men go wrong when they wish to cure evil with evil.

How evil life must be if it were indeed necessary that such imploring cries, such cries of physical and moral wretchedness, should ever and ever ascend to heaven!

Advertising is only evil when it advertises evil things.

There are evil spirits who suddenly fix their abode in man’s unguarded breast, causing us to commit devilish deeds, and then, hurrying back to their native hell, leave behind the stings of remorse in the poisoned bosom.

Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?

Laziness is the mother of all evils.

Many evil men are rich, and good men poor, but we shall not exchange with them our excellence for riches.

Ignorance is a tough evil to conquer.