11/7/10

"If from society we learn to live, 'tis solitude should teach us how to die; it hath no flatterers; vanity can give no hollow aid; alone - man with his God must strive: or it may be, with demons who impair the strength of better thoughts, and seek their prey in melancholy bosums, such as were of moody texture from their earliest day, and loved to dwell in darkness and dismay deeming themselves predestined to a doom which is not of the pangs that pass away; making the sun like blood, the earth a tomb, the tomb a hell and hell itself a murkier doom."

-Lord Byron
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