Nothing Is Good For A Nation But

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.

I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake.

Beloved Brother, Let Us Not Forget That Man Can Never Get Away From Himself. [ger., Lass Uns, Geliebter Bruder, Nicht Vergessen, Dass Von Sich Selbst Der Mensch Nicht Scheiden Kann.]

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.

A Good Man, Through Obscurest Aspirations Has Still An Instinct Of The One True Way.