To Change Masters Is Not To Be

It Is Necessary To Make Virtue Fashionable.

In This World, There Must Be A Certain Degree Of Honor Just As There Must Be A Certain Amount Of Light. When There Are Many Men Without Honor, There Will Always Be Some Others Who Bear In Themselves The Honor Of Many Men.

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.

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

To Beautify Life Is To Give It An Object.