Music Tells No Truths.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

Hell Is More Bearable Than Nothingness.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.