A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.