The Dictates Of The Heart Are The

That Which Is So Universal As Death Must Be A Benefit.

Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

A Childlike Mind In Its Simplicity Practises That Science Of Good To Which The Wise May Be Blind.

Cowards Have Done Good And Kind Actions, But A Coward Never Pardoned.

Stern Is The Visage Of Necessity.