Who would attain to summits still and fair, Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.

Who climbs the mountain does not always climb. The winding road slants downward many a time; Yet each descent is higher than the last.

All love that has not friendship for its base, Is like a mansion built upon the sand.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait. Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith -these three alone are great.

Alas! It is well written, 'The road to eminence lies through the cheap and exceedingly uninviting eating-houses.'

Ad astra per aspera.

If it had been possible to build the Tower of Babel without climbing it, it would have been permitted.