All Must Yield To The Weight Of

Restless Sunflower; Cease To Move.

All Just Laws Condemn Cruelty.

But Whether It Be Dream Or Truth, To Do Well Is What Matters. If It Be Truth, For Truth's Sake. If Not, Then To Gain Friends For The Time When We Awaken.

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have Been Born.