False Fancy Brings Real Misery.

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.

If You Have Never Seen Beauty In A Moment Of Suffering, You Have Never Seen Beauty At All. If You Have Never Seen Joy In A Beautiful Face, You Have Never Seen Joy At All.

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.