"Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."
I hate and I love. Perhaps you ask why I do this? I do not know, but I feel it happen and I am torn apart.
by the Roman poet Catullus
Aurum de Arabia, thus et Myrrham Tulit in ecclesia, Virtus Asinaria Orientis partibus, adventavit asinus Pulcher et fortissimus, Virtus Asinaria
By Belphagor
When a man lies, he murders some part of the world. These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives. (Poet Paul Gerhardt) All this I cannot bear to witness any longer. Cannot the Kingdom of Salvation take me home?