There Is A Nobility In The World

He Who Has Done His Best For His Own Time Has Lived For All Times.

When The Measured Dance Of The Hours Brings Back The Happy Smile Of Spring, The Buried Dead Is Born Again In The Life-glance Of The Sun. The Germs Which Perished To The Eye Within The Cold Breast Of The Earth Spring Up With Joy In The Bright Realm Of Day.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

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