We, we live! ours are the hours, and the living have their claims.
Foster the beautiful, and every hour thou tallest new flowers to birth.
Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.
As freely as the firmament embraces the world, or the sun pours forth impartially his beams, so mercy must encircle both friend and foe.
Even the weak become strong when they are united.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.