When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men

Innocence Has A Friend In Heaven.

Doch Zittre Vor Der Langsamen, Der Stillen Macht Der Zeit. Yet Tremble At The Slow, Silent Power Of Time.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

The Victor Is Often Vanquished By His Own Success.