Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I

To One, Science Is An Exalted Goddess; To Another It Is A Cow Which Provides Him With Butter.

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

This Is The Curse Of An Evil Deed, That It Incites And Must Bring Forth More Evil.

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.