The Souls Of All Our

There Comes No Adventure But Wears To Our Soul The Shape Of Our Everyday Thoughts.

Once At A Potent Leader's Voice I Stayed; Once I Went Back When A Good Monarch Prayed; Mortals, Howe'er We Grieve, Howe'er Deplore, The Flying Shadow Will Return No More.

It Is Far More Important That One's Life Should Be Perceived Than That It Should Be Transformed; For No Sooner Has It Been Perceived, Than It Transforms Itself Of Its Own Accord.

At Every Crossroads On The Path That Leads To The Future, Tradition Has Placed 10,000 Men To Guard The Past.

And On This Earth Of Ours There Are But Few Souls That Can Withstand The Dominion Of The Soul That Has Suffered Itself To Become Beautiful.