The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

Far Must Thy Researches Go Wouldst Thou Learn The World To Know; Thou Must Tempt The Dark Abyss Wouldst Thou Prove What Being Is; Naught But Firmness Gains The Prize, Naught But Fullness Makes Us Wise, Buried Deep Truth E'er Lies.

Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.

Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.

Man Is Created Free, And Is Free, Even Though Born In Chains.