Where The Light Is Brightest, The Shadows

Girls We Love For What They Are; Young Men For What They Promise To Be.

To Be Pleased With One's Limits Is A Wretched State.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

We Are Accustomed To See Men Deride What They Do Not Understand, And Snarl At The Good And Beautiful Because It Lies Beyond Their Sympathies

What Is Not Started Today Is Never Finished Tomorrow.