I Feel That I Am A Man

Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

Deaf Rage That Hears No Leader.

Virtue, Though Clothed In A Beggar's Garb, Commands Respect.

Love Is Only Known By Him Who Hopelessly Persists In Love.

Be Noble Minded! Our Own Heart, And Not Other Men's Opinions Of Us, Forms Our True Honor.