Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.

On The Mountains There Is Freedom! The World Is Perfect Everywhere, Save Where Man Comes With His Torment.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.