Freedom Begins Where It Ends Ignorance.

The Man Is Placed Where The Earth Ends, The Woman, Where The Heaven Starts.

Fashions Have Done More Harm Than Revolutions.

In The Opera We Call Love, The Libretto Is Almost Nothing.

In This Way, His Unhappy Soul Struggled With Its Anguish. Eighteen Hundred Years Before This Unfortunate Man, The Mysterious Being, In Whom All The Sanctities And All The Sufferings Of Humanity Come Together, He Too, While The Olive Trees Trembled In The Fierce Breath Of The Infinite, Had Brushed Away The Fearful Cup That Appeared Before Him, Streaming With Shadow And Running Over With Darkness, In The Star-filled Depths. (pg. 236)

Those Who Live Are Those Who Fight.