I Am My Own Heaven And Hell!

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

Forgiveness Is The Divinest Of Victories.

He, That Noble Prize Possessing He That Boasts A Friend That's True, He Whom Woman's Love Is Blessing, Let Him Join The Chorus Too!

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.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.