Beloved Pan and all ye other gods who haunt this place, give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and the inward man be one.
Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.
Give me beauty in the inward soul; and may the outward and inward may be one.
The bad one is that way because of the ignorance, therefore he can be healed with wisdom.
The greatest of all mysteries is the man himself.
I love to go and see all the things I am happy without.