The Brave Forget. It Is Those Who

Mountains Culminate In Peaks, And Nations In Men.

Other Famous Men, Those Of Much Talk And Few Deeds, Soon Evaporate. Action Is The Dignity Of Greatness.

A Grain Of Poetry Suffices To Season A Century.

There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It May Not Seem So.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.