What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New

Man Is Never So Authentically Himself As When At Play.

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.

Stern Is The Visage Of Necessity.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.

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.