The Storm Is Master. Man, As A

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions Of Others. Wouldst Thou Other Men Know, Look Thou Within Thine Own Heart.

Man Is Never So Authentically Himself As When At Play.

A Brave Man Hazards Life, But Not His Conscience.

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.