No Doubt The Artist Is The Child

The World's History Is The World's Judgment.

Mankind Is Made Great Or Little By Its Own Will.

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.