Mirrors, Those Revealers Of The

A Fixed Idea Ends In Madness Or Heroism.

The Peasants Of The Asturias Believe That In Every Litter Of Wolves There Is One Pup That Is Killed By The Mother For Fear That On Growing Up It Would Devour The Other Little Ones.

Love Is Like A Tree, It Grows Of Its Own Accord, It Puts Down Deep Roots Into Our Whole Being.

Press On! A Better Fate Awaits Thee.

Progress Is The Life-style Of Man.