Farewell My Friends, I Go To Glory.

No Flower Of Art Ever Fully Blossomed Save It Was Nourished By Tears Of Agony.

If I Could Tell You What It Meant, There Would Be No Point In Dancing It

If We Seek The Real Source Of The Dance, If We Go To Nature, We Find That The Dance Of The Future Is The Dance Of The Past, The Dance Of Eternity, And Has Been And Always Will Be The Same... The Movement Of Waves, Of Winds, Of The Earth Is Ever The Same Lasting Harmony.

The Whole World Is Absolutely Brought Up On Lies. We Are Fed Nothing But Lies. It Begins With Lies And Half Our Lives We Live With Lies.

You Were Once Wild Here. Don't Let Them Tame You.