Even In A Righteous Cause Force Is

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

Every Man Stamps His Value On Himself... Man Is Made Great Or Small By His Own Will.

The Rich Become Richer And The Poor Become Poorer Is A Cry Heard Throughout The Whole Civilized World.