„Bin weder Fräulein, weder schön,kann ungeleitet nach Hause gehn.

Just take a look at our patrons, and you'll knowSome don't appreciate us, others never will.

All theory is gray, my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.

Once I blazed across the sky,Leaving trails of flame;I fell to earth, and here I lie -Who'll help me up again?-A Shooting Star

Waste not a day in vain digression;with resolute, courageous trustseek every possible impressionand make it firmly your posessionyou'll then work on because you must.

Într-adevăr ştiu multe, dar aş vrea să ştiu totul.

k Heb jarenlang achter mijn boeken zitten zweten;en ‘k weet wel veel maar ik wil alles weten.

Moet ik dan soms in duizend boeken lezendat er op aarde veel wordt afgetobden maar een enkeling gelukkig zit te wezen?

Oh you! The most powerful, beloved son of the Earth, shape it again! Slim, beautiful, take the orb in your hand and breathe new life.-Choir of Spirits