Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.
No cause has he to say his doom is harsh, who's made the master of his destiny.
Worthless is the nation that does not gladly stake its all on its honor.
A childlike mind in its simplicity practises that science of good to which the wise may be blind.
The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.
He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.