Happiness Is Speechless.

In The Journey Of The Year, The Autumn Is Venice, Spring Is Naples, Certainly, And The Majestic Maturity Of Summer Is Rome.

Our Common Liberty Is Consecrated By A Common Sorrow.

Patriotism Is The Vital Condition Of National Permanence.

The World Is Not Made For The Prosperous Alone, Nor For The Strong.

Heroes In History Seem To Us Poetic Because They Are There. But If We Should Tell The Simple Truth Of Some Of Our Neighbors, It Would Sound Like Poetry.