We Light The Oven So That Everyone

To Beautify Life Is To Give It An Object.

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

It Is Terrible To Speak Of You, Liberty, For One Who Lives Without You.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

Men Of Action, Above All Those Whose Actions Are Guided By Love, Live Forever.