I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.
One may do whatever one likes. In art, the only thing is, to make sure that one does like it.
My sun sets to rise again.
He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.
Though Rome's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities, That no truth shines athwart the lies.
A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all.