What The Inner Voice Says Will Not

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

Love Is Only Known By Him Who Hopelessly Persists In Love.

Votes Should Be Weighed Not Counted.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.