I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,.

I cannot sing the old songs, Or dream those dreams again,.

May you look back on the past with as much pleasure as you look forward to the future.

May you look back on the past with as much pleasure as you look forward to the future.

Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.

Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

There is no life that does not contribute to history.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is written by the victors.

History is written by the victors.

How many pens are broken, how many ink bottles consumed, to write about things that have never happened.

How many pens are broken, how many ink bottles consumed, to write about things that have never happened.

History is just a portrayal of crimes and misfortunes.

History is just a portrayal of crimes and misfortunes.

Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.

Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.