Foolish: It's All Foolish. Life

We Are Full Of Dreams [...] We Long For The Unattainable. We Believe In The Nonsense Of Fables. There Is No Pure Love; There Is Lust And There Is Need.

I Think That For The Coward Every Day Carries A Kind Of Death.

We Are Tiny Flames, Helikaon, And We Flicker Alone In The Great Dark For No More Than A Heartbeat. When We Strive For Wealth, Glory And Fame, It Is Meaningless. The Nations We Fight For Will One Day Cease To Be. Even The Mountains We Gaze Upon Will Crumble To Dust. To Truly Live We Must Yearn For That Which Does Not Die.

Every Man Has His Own Reason For Every Deed. Usually It Is Selfish.

A Man Must Know His Limitations.