My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.

My poems please the brave: My poems, short and sincere, Have the force of steel Which forges swords.

My whole strength lies in prayer and sacrifice, these are my invincible arms; they can move hearts far better than words, I know it by experience.

To my God a heart of flame; To my fellow man a heart of love; To myself a heart of steel.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart
Giveth grace unto every Art.

Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,
Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.

Let me tell you the secret that has led me to my goal. My strength lies solely in my tenacity.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

My heart has been purified in the crucible of adversity.

If pain can purify the heart, mine will be pure.

The heart is a fist. It pockets prayer or holds rage.

Purity of heart is what enables us to see.

HOWEVER skilled and strong art thou, my foe, However fierce is thy relentless hate
Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim and straight Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow,
To pierce the target of my heart, ah! know
I am the master yet of my own fate.
Thou canst not rob me of my best estate,
Though fortune, fame and friends, yea love shall go.

Not to the dust shall my true self be hurled;
Nor shall I meet thy worst assaults dismayed.
When all things in the balance are well weighed,
There is but one great danger in the world — Thou cast not force my soul to wish thee ill,
That is the only evil that can kill.