Nothing Puts Me So Completely Out Of

How Happy He Who Can Still Hope To Lift Himself From This Sea Of Error! What We Know Not, That We Are Anxious To Possess, And Cannot Use What We Know.

Merely To Breathe Freely Does Not Mean To Live.

The Little That Is Completed, Vanishes From The Sight Of One Who Looks Forward To What Is Still To Do.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

What You Have Inherited From Your Forefathers, It Takes Work To Make It Your Own.