A Breath Of Paris Preserves The Soul.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.

To Know, To Think, To Dream. That Is Everything.

Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is No Carnival Left.

If I Speak, I Am Condemned. If I Stay Silent, I Am Damned!

God In His Harmony Has Equal Ends For Cedar That Resists And Reed That Bends; For Good It Is A Woman Sometimes Rules, Holds In Her Hand The Power, And Manners, Schools, And Laws, And Mind; Succeeding Master Proud, With Gentle Voice And Smiles She Leads The Crowd, The Somber Human Troop.