A Mother's Happiness Is Like A Beacon,

Death Unites As Well As Separates; It Silences All Paltry Feeling.

The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

Le Bonheur Engloutit Nos Forces, Comme Le Malheur E Teint Nos Vertus. Happiness Engulfs Our Strength, Just As Misfortune Extinguishes Our Virtues.

Man Is Neither Good Nor Bad; He Is Born With Instincts And Abilities.

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