There Is No Better Motto Which It

This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims.

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.

Calm Soul Of All Things! Make It Mine To Feel, Amid The City's Jar, That There Abides A Peace Of Thine, Man Did Not Make, And Cannot Mar! The Will To Neither Strive Nor Cry, The Power To Feel What Others Give! Calm, Calm Me More! Nor Let Me Die Before I Have Begun To Live.

France, Famed In All Great Arts, In None Supreme.

To Have The Sense Of Creative Activity Is The Great Happiness And The Great Proof Of Being Alive.