Keep True To The Dreams Of Your

Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce You.

The World's History Is The World's Judgment.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.

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.

It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive At Freedom.