Keep True To The Dreams

Every Man Stamps His Value On Himself... Man Is Made Great Or Small By His Own Will.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Wouldst Thou Wisely, And With Pleasure, Pass The Days Of Life's Short Measure, From The Slow One Counsel Take, But A Tool Of Him Ne'er Make; Ne'er As Friend The Swift One Know, Nor The Constant One As Foe.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.