Long Live Freedom And Damn The Ideologies.

Death's A Fierce Meadowlark: But To Die Having Made / Something More Equal To The Centuries / Than Muscle And Bone, Is Mostly To Shed Weakness.

Does It Matter Whether You Hate Yourself? At Least Love Your Eyes That Can See, Your Mind That Can Hear The Music, The Thunder Of The Wings.

Know That However Ugly The Parts Appear The Whole Remains Beautiful.

Corruption Never Has Been Compulsory; When The Cities Lie At The Monster's Feet There Are Left The Mountains.

The Heads Of Strong Old Age Are Beautiful Beyond All Grace Of Youth.