But Memory Is An Autumn Leaf That

Safeguarding The Rights Of Others Is The Most Noble And Beautiful End Of A Human Being.

Zeal Is A Volcano, The Peak Of Which The Grass Of Indecisiveness Does Not Grow.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.

Hearts United In Pain And Sorrow Will Not Be Separated By Joy And Happiness. Bonds That Are Woven In Sadness Are Stronger Than The Ties Of Joy And Pleasure. Love That Is Washed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Faithful.

That Deed Which In Our Guilt We Today Call Weakness, Will Appear Tomorrow As An Essential Link In The Complete Chain Of Man.