The Lemonade Is Weak, Like

Men Show No Mercy And Expect No Mercy, When Honor Calls, Or When They Fight For Their Idols Or Their Gods.

Truth Is More Than A Dream And A Song.

Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.