Even The Weak Become Strong When They

You Have To Go The Rounds From Individual To Individual In Order To Gather The Totality Of The Race.

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

If You Have Never Seen Beauty In A Moment Of Suffering, You Have Never Seen Beauty At All. If You Have Never Seen Joy In A Beautiful Face, You Have Never Seen Joy At All.