The sun is all about the world we see, the breath and strength of every spring.

Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.

Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor fear whether hope be blind as she.

Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day that we die.

Let weakness learn meekness.

Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.

Blossom by blossom the spring begins.