There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To

In His Will, Our Peace.

Consider Your Origins: You Were Not Made To Live As Brutes, But To Follow Virtue And Knowledge.

And As He, Who With Laboring Breath Has Escaped From The Deep To The Shore, Turns To The Perilous Waters And Gazes.

Conscience, That Boon Companion Who Sets A Man Free Under The Strong Breastplate Of Innocence, That Bids Him On And Fear Not.

O Human Race, Born To Fly Upward, Wherefore At A Little Wind Dost Thou So Fall?