The Moor Has Done His Work, The

It Is Criminal To Steal A Purse, Daring To Steal A Fortune, A Mark Of Greatness To Steal A Crown. The Blame Diminishes As The Guilt Increases.

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.

Be True, And Thou Shalt Fetter Time With Everlasting Chain.

The Joke Loses Everything When The Joker Laughs Himself.

Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions Of Others. Wouldst Thou Other Men Know, Look Thou Within Thine Own Heart.