All Things Tend To Corrupt Perverted Minds.

The Soil Of Their Native Land Is Dear To All The Hearts Of Mankind.

Everything Is Alive... Everything Is Interconnected.

There Is Not Only An Art, But An Eloquence In It.

There Is No Grief Which Time Does Not Lessen And Soften. [lat., Nullus Dolor Est Quem Non Longinquitas Temporis Minuat Ac Molliat.]

For How Many Things, Which For Our Own Sake We Should Never Do, Do We Perform For The Sake Of Our Friends.