Our Passions Are True Phoenixes; As The

Every Offense Is Avenged On Earth.

The Deed Is Everything, The Glory Is Naught.

Each Ten Years Of A Man's Life Has Its Own Fortunes, Its Own Hopes, Its Own Desires.

Only By Joy And Sorrow Does A Person Know Anything About Themselves And Their Destiny. They Learn What To Do And What To Avoid.

The Heights Charm Us, But The Steps Do Not; With The Mountain In Our View We Love To Walk The Plains.