Wings Of Love Long Only To Fly

When You Are Dead, Seek For Your Resting Place Not In The Earth, But In The Hearts Of Men.

That Which Is False Troubles The Heart, But Truth Brings Joyous Tranquility.

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

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

Swim Out Of Your Little Pond.