Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?