Every Mortal Loss Is An Immortal Gain.

The Hand Of Vengeance Found The Bed To Which The Purple Tyrant Fled The Iron Hand Crush'd The Tyrant's Head And Became Tyrant In His Stead.

Everything Is Beautiful In Its Own Way. Exuberance Is Beauty.

O Earth, O Earth, Return! Arise From Out The Dewy Grass; Night Is Worn; And The Morn Rises From The Slumbrous Mass.

When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest A Portion Of Genius; Lift Up Thy Head!

The Naked Women's Body Is A Portion Of Eternity Too Great For The Eye Of Man.