The Connoisseur Of Art Must Be Able

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life.

This Is The Highest Wisdom That I Own; Freedom And Life Are Earned By Those Alone Who Conquer Them Each Day Anew.

Wind Is The Loving Wooer Of Waters; Wind Blends Together Billows All-foaming. Spirit Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Water! Fortune Of Man, Thou Art Like Unto Wind!

The Ground That A Good Man Treads Is Hallowed.

I Am Proud Of My Heart Alone, It Is The Sole Source Of Everything, All Our Strenght, Happiness & Misery. All The Knowledge I Possess Everyone Else Can Acquire, But My Heart Is All My Own