Spira, Spera. (breathe, Hope)

Thus, During Those Nineteen Years Of Torture And Slavery, Did This Soul Rise And Fall At The Same Time. Light Entered On The One Side, And Darkness On The Other.

By Making Himself A Priest Made Himself A Demon.

Progress Is The Life-style Of Man.

Nothing Is More True, More Real, Than The Primeval Magnetic Disturbances That Two Souls May Communicate To One Another, Through The Tiny Sparks Of A Moment's Glance.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put Into Words.