“Our eyes have seen the skies burning red,
Angels singing, voices full of dread,
We see the lies but never ask why?
The seeds of sorrow the blood they cry.”

“In this dim world of clouding cares,
We rarely know, till wildered eyes
See white wings lessening up the skies,
The angels with us unawares.”

“Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.”

“War is not heroic. War is not exhilarating. War is full of despair. It is dark. It is dreadful. It is a thing of sorrow and gloom. That is why people fear war. That is why people choose to avoid it.
~Izuru Kira”

“Oh their Rafael of the dear Madonnas,
Oh their Dante of the dread Inferno,
Wrote one song—and in my brain I sing it;
Drew one angel—borne, see, on my bosom!”

“Our worlds, our suns, our ages, stream,
like a dateless dream.
Each drop of blood is a starry song
and our souls are breaths of eternity.
Eyes, say, why were ye given your sight?
To light a star, to welcome of immortal skies.”

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, both of their futures so full of dread.”

“Well, no sense crying over unspilt blood,” the Prize Clerk said. “If we took full account of our eventualities, we’d soon run out of eventualities for us to take full account of.”

“The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.”

“My first informed impression, and what I would like to achieve, I can perhaps only realize when I am impelled as in a vision. One of my figures, perhaps one from the Temptation, sang his strange song to me one night –.. We are playing hide-and-seek, we are playing hide-and-seek across a thousand seas, we gods.... when the skies are red in the middle of the night, when the skies are red at night. You cannot see us, you cannot see us but you are ourselves.... that is what makes us laugh so gaily... Stars are our eyes and nebulae our beards.... we have people's souls for our hearts. We hide ourselves and you cannot see us, which is just what we want.”