Never The Grave Gives Back What It

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.