Resolve And Thou Art Free.

Very Hot And Still The Air Was, Very Smooth The Gliding River, Motionless The Sleeping Shadows.

Art Is The Child Of Nature In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mothers Face.

All Things Must Change To Something New, To Something Strange.

How In The Turmoil Of Life Can Love Stand, Where There Is Not One Heart, And One Mouth And One Hand.

Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.