This Is The Age In Which Hills

It Is The Duty Of Man To Raise Up Man.

To Beautify Life Is To Give It An Object.

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

Others Go To Bed With Their Mistresses; I With My Ideas.

Only Those Who Spread Treachery, Fire, And Death Out Of Hatred For The Prosperity Of Others Are Undeserving Of Pity.