Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.

Satisfied If They Themselves Can Escape From The Hard Labour Of Thought, They Willingly Abandon To Others The Guardianship Of Their Thoughts.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.