Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

All Things Must; Man Is The Only Creature That Wills.