He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform

It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

The Joke Loses Everything When The Joker Laughs Himself.

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.