Beauty Awakens The Soul To

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

Will Cannot Be Quenched Against Its Will.

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.