There's A Devil Inside Me Which Cries,

The Sole Way To Save Oneself Is To Save Others. Or To Struggle To Save Others -even That Is Sufficient.

Fools, Art Is A Heavy Task, More Heavy Than Gold Crowns; It's Far More Difficult To Match Firm Words Than Armies, They're Disciplined Troops, Unconquered, To Be Placed In Rhythm, The Mind's Most Mighty Foe, And Not Disperse In Air. I'd Give, Believe Me, A Whole Land For One Good Song, For I Know Well That Only Words, That Words Alone, Like The High Mountains, Have No Fear Of Age Or Death.

What Is Love? It Is Not Simply Compassion, Not Simply Kindness. In Compassion There Are Two: The One Who Suffers And The One Who Feels Compassion. In Kindness There Are Two: The One Who Gives And The One Who Receives. But In Love There Is Only One; The Two Join, Unite, Become Inseparable. The I And The You Vanish. To Love Means To Lose Oneself In The Beloved.

The Highest Point A Man Can Attain Is Not Knowledge, Or Virtue, Or Goodness, Or Victory, But Something Even Greater, More Heroic And More Despairing: Sacred Awe!

Every Obstacle In His Journey Became A Milestone, An Occasion For Further Triumph. We Have A Model In Front Of Us Now, A Model Who Blazes Our Trail And Gives Us Strength.