Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own

Dead Men Have No Victory.

The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.

Prepare Yourselves For The Roaring Voice Of The God Of Joy!

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

Virtue Proceeds Through Effort.