I Was Happy, I Knew That. While

A Slave's Soul Has No Worth, My Brothers; It Lacks Strength To Tread On This Great Earth With Gallantry And Freedom. I Pity The Poor Slaves, They're Nought But Airy Mist, A Light Breeze Scatters Them, A Fragrance Knocks Them Down; It's Only Just They Crawl On The Earth On Hands And Knees. Today I'll Write A Hymn To God And Pray For This Great Grace.

My Soul Comes From Better Worlds And I Have An Incurable Homesickness Of The Stars.

What Is Love? It Is Not Simply Compassion, Not Simply Kindness. In Compassion There Are Two: The One Who Suffers And The One Who Feels Compassion. In Kindness There Are Two: The One Who Gives And The One Who Receives. But In Love There Is Only One; The Two Join, Unite, Become Inseparable. The I And The You Vanish. To Love Means To Lose Oneself In The Beloved.

God Sends Rain, But He Also Sends Hoods; And When The Rain Grows Heavier, He Sends A Cave.

As Long As Our Souls Remain Strong, That Is All That Matters; As Long As They Don't Decline. Because With The Fall Of Certain Souls In This World, The World Itself Will Collapse. These Are The Pillars Which Support It. They Are Few, But Enough.