The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The

Our Faith Triumphant O'er Our Fears.

Big Words Do Not Smite Like War-clubs, Boastful Breath Is Not A Bow-string, Taunts Are Not So Sharp As Arrows, Deeds Are Better Things Than Words Are, Actions Mightier Than Boastings.

Talk Not Of Wasted Affection, Affection Never Was Wasted; If It Enrich Not The Heart Of Another, Its Waters, Returning Back To Their Springs, Like The Rain, Shall Fill Them Full Of Refreshment; That Which The Fountain Sends Forth Returns Again To The Fountain.

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream!