If Hero Means Sincere Man, Why May

Time Has Only A Relative Existence.

Blessed Is He Who Has Found His Work; Let Him Ask No Other Blessedness.

Also, What Mountains Of Dead Ashes, Wreck And Burnt Bones, Does Assiduous Pedantry Dig Up From The Past Time And Name It History.

The Great Soul Of This World Is Just.

History Is A Mighty Dramos, Enacted Upon The Theatre Of Times, With Suns For Lamps And Eternity For A Background.