Nature Is Pitiless; She Never Withdraws Her

People Weighed Down With Troubles Do Not Look Back; They Know Only Too Well That Misfortune Stalks Them.

Let Us Sacrifice One Day To Gain Perhaps A Whole Life.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

Jesus Wept; Voltaire Smiled. From That Divine Tear And From That Human Smile Is Derived The Grace Of Present Civilization.

At The Moment When Her Eyes Closed, When All Feeling Vanished In Her, She Thought That She Felt A Touch Of Fire Imprinted On Her Lips, A Kiss More Burning Than The Red-hot Iron Of The Executioner.