The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley:

Nothing Is Really Small; Whoever Is Open To The Deep Penetration Of Nature Knows This.

Our Acts Make Or Mar Us, We Are The Children Of Our Own Deeds.

There Is In Every Village A Torch - The Teacher; And An Extinguisher - The Priest.

These Are True Felicities. No Joy Beyond These Joys. Love Is The Only Ecstasy, Everything Else Weeps

The Onward March Of The Human Race Requires That The Heights Around It Constantly Blaze With Noble Lessons Of Courage. Deeds Of Daring Dazzle History And Form One Of Man's Guiding Lights.