Think With Awe On The

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

I Follow My Heart, For I Can Trust It.

A Sublime Soul Can Rise To All Kinds Of Greatness, But By An Effort; It Can Tear Itself From All Bondage, To All That Limits And Constrains It, But Only By Strength Of Will. Consequently The Sublime Soul Is Only Free By Broken Efforts.