Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death

It Is The Peculiarity Of Grief To Bring Out The Childish Side Of Man.

There Is No Distress So Complete But That Even In The Most Critical Moments The Inexplicable Sunrise Of Hope Is Seen In Its Depths.

A Queen, Devoid Of Beauty Is Not Queen; She Needs The Royalty Of Beauty's Mien.

There Is Such A Thing As The Pressure Of Darkness.

If The Soul Is Left In Darkness, Sins Will Be Committed. The Guilty One Is Not He Who Commits The Sin, But The One Who Causes The Darkness.