To Rankling Poison Hast Thou Turned In

His Saying Was: Live And Let Live.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is A Fearful Thing.

The Dream Is Short, Repentance Long.