Many A Smiling Face Hides

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

Not Without A Shudder May The Human Hand Reach Into The Mysterious Urn Of Destiny.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

It Is Well For A Man When He Has Learned To Endure What He Cannot Change, And To Give Up With Dignity What He Cannot Retain.

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.