There Are Two Kinds Of Weakness, That

The Flowers Or Weeds That Spring Up Tomorrow Are In The Seeds We Sow Today. The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinions.

All Thoughts That Mold The Age Begin Deep Down Within The Primitive Soul.

Through Aisles Of Long-drawn Centuries My Spirit Walks In Thought.

Once To Every Man And Nation Comes The Moment To Decide.

If We See Light At The End Of The Tunnel, It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.