War, Like Children's Fights, Are Meaningless, Pitiless,

On This Path Let The Heart Be Your Guide.

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul.

I Died As A Mineral And Became A Plant, I Died As A Plant And Rose To Animal, I Died As An Animal And I Was Man. Why Should I Fear? When Was I Less By Dying?

A Mountain Keeps An Echo Deep Inside Itself. That's How I Hold Your Voice.

Patience Is The Key To Joy.