Great Necessity Elevates Man, Petty

We Are Pantheists When We Study Nature, Polytheists When We Write Poetry, Monotheists In Our Morality.

At All Times It Has Not Been The Age, But Individuals Alone, Who Have Worked For Knowledge. It Was The Age Which Put Socrates To Death By Poison, The Age Which Burnt Huss. The Ages Have Always Remained Alike.

True Works Of Art Contain Their Own Theory And Give Us The Measurement According To Which We Should Judge Them.

The Art Of Living Rightly Is Like All Arts; It Must Be Learned And Practiced With Incessant Care.

Pain And Pleasure, Good And Evil, Come To Us From Unexpected Sources. It Is Not There Where We Have Gathered Up Our Brightest Hopes, That The Dawn Of Happiness Breaks. It Is Not There Where We Have Glanced Our Eye With Affright, That We Find The Deadliest Gloom. What Should This Teach Us? To Bow To The Great And Only Source Of Light, And Live Humbly And With Confiding Resignation.