Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art,

That Which Is So Universal As Death Must Be A Benefit.

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.

It Is At The Approach Of Extreme Danger When A Hollow Puppet Can Accomplish Nothing, That Power Falls Into The Mighty Hands Of Nature, Of The Spirit Giant-born, Who Listens Only To Himself, And Knows Nothing Of Compacts.

Sorrow Is Brief But Joy Is Endless

Honor Women! They Entwine And Weave Heavenly Roses In Our Earthly Life.