The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.

Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

Man Is Created Free, And Is Free, Even Though Born In Chains.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, Or The Sun Pours Forth Impartially His Beams, So Mercy Must Encircle Both Friend And Foe.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.