The Storm Is Master. Man, As A

The Future Comes Slowly, The Present Flies And The Past Stands Still Forever.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

What Shall He Fear That Does Not Fear Death.

Aesthetic Matters Are Fundamental For The Harmonious Development Of Both Society And The Individual.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.