Without Hope We Live In Desire.

Reason Flies When Following The Senses, On Clipped Wings.

No Sadness Is Greater Than In Misery To Rehearse Memories Of Joy.

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.

If I Thought I Was Replying To Someone Who Would Every Return To The World, This Flame Would Cease It's Flickering. But Since No One Has Returned From These Depths Alive, If What I've Heard Is True, I Will Answer You Without Fear Of Infamy.

Mankind, Why Do Ye Set Your Hearts On Things That, Of Necessity, May Not Be Shared?