For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

Even In Dreams Doing Good Is Not Wasted.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

Restless Sunflower; Cease To Move.