I Am Moved By The Light.

An Act Of Goodness Is Of Itself An Act Of Happiness. No Reward Coming After The Event Can Compare With The Sweet Reward That Went With It.

The Future Is A World Limited By Ourselves; In It We Discover Only What Concerns Us And, Sometimes, By Chance, What Interests Those Whom We Love The Most.

Can We Conceive What Humanity Would Be If It Did Not Know The Flowers?

Once At A Potent Leader's Voice I Stayed; Once I Went Back When A Good Monarch Prayed; Mortals, Howe'er We Grieve, Howe'er Deplore, The Flying Shadow Will Return No More.

I Have Never For One Instant Seen Clearly Within Myself. How Then Would You Have Me Judge The Deeds Of Others?