In The Mountains, The Shortest Way Is

I Am A Law Only For My Kind, I Am No Law For All.

The Great Works Are Produced In Such An Ecstasy Of Love That They Must Always Be Unworthy Of It, However Great Their Worth Otherwise.

Many People Wait Throughout Their Whole Lives For The Chance To Be Good In Their Own Fashion.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep Even In The Wounding

Faith Actually Moves No Mountains, But Instead Raises Them Up Where There Were None Before.