Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well

Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain.

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

Weep, For The Light Is Dead.

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.

We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.