To Gain A Crown By Fighting Is

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

Wine Invents Nothing; It Only Tattles.

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

Why Should I Deem Myself To Be A Chisel, When I Could Be The Artist?

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.