Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

Let Us Fear The Worst, But Work With Faith; The Best Will Always Take Care Of Itself.

The Beautiful Has But One Type, The Ugly Has A Thousand.

Who Then Can Calculate The Path Of The Molecule? How Do We Know That The Creations Of Worlds Are Not Determined By The Fall Of Grains Of Sand?

The Need Of The Immaterial Is The Most Deeply Rooted Of All Needs. One Must Have Bread; But Before Bread, One Must Have The Ideal.