The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its

A Gentleman Makes No Noise; A Lady Is Serene.

The Forest Is My Loyal Friend A Delphic Shrine To Me.

The Martyr Cannot Be Dishonored. Every Lash Inflicted Is A Tongue Of Fame; Every Prison A More Illustrious Abode.

The Glory Of Friendship Is Not The Outstretched Hand, Not The Kindly Smile, Nor The Joy Of Companionship; It Is The Spiritual Inspiration That Comes To One When You Discover That Someone Else Believes In You And Is Willing To Trust You With A Friendship.

Fate Is Nothing But The Deeds Committed In A Prior State Of Existence.