O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
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O friends, be men; so act that none may feel
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of this children and his wife,
His home, his parents, living yet and dead.
For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all read more

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, read more

Song of the brave, how thrills thy tone
As when the Organ's music rolls;
No gold rewards, but song alone,
The deeds of great and noble souls.
[Ger., Hoch klingt das Lied vom braven Mann,
Wie Orgelton und Glockenklang;
Wer hohes Muths sich ruhmen kann
Den lohnt nicht Gold, den lohnt Gesang.]

If things on earth may be to heaven resembled,
It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled.

If things on earth may be to heaven resembled,
It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled.

In true love, there is no mountain too high to climb. No river too wide to cross. And most of read more

In true love, there is no mountain too high to climb. No river too wide to cross. And most of all in true love there is no ends.

Love is not blind, it sees more not less; But because it sees more it chooses to see less.

Love is not blind, it sees more not less; But because it sees more it chooses to see less.