You Shall Leave Everything You Love.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

The More A Thing Is Perfect, The More It Feels Pleasure And Likewise Pain.

A Mighty Flame Followeth A Tiny Spark.

There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To Recall Happiness In Times Of Misery.

Those Ancients Who In Poetry Presented The Golden Age, Who Sang Its Happy State, Perhaps, In Their Parnassus, Dreamt This Place. Here, Mankind's Root Was Innocent; And Here Were Every Fruit And Never-ending Spring; These Streams--the Nectar Of Which Poets Sing.