The May Of Life Blooms Once And

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

Dare To Err And To Dream. Deep Meaning Often Lies In Childish Plays.

Like A Dart The Present Glances, Silent Stands The Past Sublime.

Secrecy Is For The Happy,--misery, Hopeless Misery, Needs No Veil; Under A Thousand Suns It Dares Act Openly.

I Follow My Heart, For I Can Trust It.