Son, Brother, Father, Lover, Friend. There Is

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

A Strange Thing Has Happened, Do You Know? I Am In Darkness. There Is A Person Who, Departing, Took Away The Sun.

Press On! A Better Fate Awaits Thee.

They Say Love Is Blindness Of Heart; I Say Not To Love Is Blindness.