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In The Progress Of Personality, First Comes A Declaration Of Independence, Then A Recognition Of Interdependence.

What Is Fortune, What Is Fame? Futile Gold And Phantom Name- Riches Buried In A Cave, Glory Written On A Grave.

I Know That Europe's Wonderful, Yet Something Seems To Lack;the Past Is Too Much With Her, And The People Looking Back.

Heaven Often Seems Distant And Unknown, But If He Who Made The Road... Is Our Guide, We Need Not Fear To Lose The Way.

Deeds Not Words: I Say So Too! And Yet I Find It Somehow True, A Word May Help A Man In Need, To Nobler Act And Braver Deed.