It Is Through Beauty That We Arrive

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

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

Even Weak Men When United Are Powerful.

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.

I Am Better Than My Reputation