Even The Darkest Night Will End And

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.

You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love Still More. To Die Of Love, Is To Live By It.

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than Discontinued Labor; It Is Habit Lost. A Habit Easy To Abandon, Difficult To Resume.

Let Us Fear Ourselves. Prejudices Are The Real Robbers; Vices Are The Real Murderers. The Great Dangers Lie Within Ourselves.

There Is A Material Advancement; We Desire It. There Is, Also, A Moral Grandeur; We Hold Fast To It.