Cowards Have Done Good And

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

What Is Life Without The Radiance Of Love?

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

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.

A Pity About The People! They Are Brave Enough Comrades, But They Have Heads Like A Soapboiler's.