A Woman Needs A Stronger Head Than

Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True And Tender On The Sun's Revolving Splendour.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.

To The King, One Must Give His Possessions And His Life; But Honour Is A Possession Of Soul, And The Soul Is Only God's.

Even In Dreams Doing Good Is Not Wasted.

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.