It Is Unpleasant To Miss Even The

I Believe In God And In Nature And In The Triumph Of Good Over Evil.

It Is Said, That No One Is A Hero To Their Butler. The Reason Is, That It Requires A Hero To Recognize A Hero. The Butler, However, Will Probably Know Well How To Estimate His Equals.

The Fine Emotions Whence Our Lives We Mold Lie In The Earthly Tumult Dumb And Cold.

We All Of Us Live Upon The Past, And Through The Past We Are Destroyed.

The Decline Of Literature Indicates The Decline Of A Nation.