Nothing Is Good For A Nation But

There Is No Better Deliverance From The World Than Through Art, And A Man Can Form No Surer Bond With It.

Poetry Is The Universal Possession Of Mankind, Revealing Itself Everywhere, And At All Times, In Hundreds And Hundreds Of Men.

Dream No Small Dreams For They Have No Power To Move The Hearts Of Men.

Our Destiny Often Looks Like A Fruit-tree In Winter. Who Would Think From Its Pitiable Aspect That Those Rigid Boughs, Those Rough Twigs Could Next Spring Again Be Green, Bloom, And Even Bear Fruit? Yet We Hope It, We Know It.

It Is Opposition That Makes Us Productive.