Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

Hope Has As Many Lives As A Cat Or A King.

And The Bright Faces Of My Young Companions Are Wrinkled Like My Own, Or Are No More.

Even The Blackest Of Them All, The Crow, Renders Good Service As Your Man-at-arms, Crushing The Beetle In His Coat Of Mail. And Crying Havoc On The Slug And Snail.

Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.

Be Noble In Every Thought And In Every Deed!