What Shall One Do With

Will Cannot Be Quenched Against Its Will.

Beauty Awakens The Soul To Act.

In The Midway Of This Our Mortal Life, I Found Me In A Gloomy Wood, Astray, Gone From The Path Direct.

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free.

Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are Worms Born To Bring Forth The Angelic Butterfly That Flieth Unto Judgment Without Screen?