The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His

I Am Better Than My Reputation

No Cause Has He To Say His Doom Is Harsh, Who's Made The Master Of His Destiny.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.