It Is Not The Mere

Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

Truth Exists For The Wise, Beauty For The Feeling Heart.

Only The Soldier Is A Free Man, Because He Can Look Death In The Face.

Love Guides The Stars Towards Each Other, The World Plan Endures Only Through Love.