Yield, Ye Arms, To The

They Who Say That We Should Love Our Fellow-citizens But Not Foreigners, Destroy The Universal Brotherhood Of Mankind, With Which Benevolence And Justice Would Perish Forever.

The Soul In Sleep Gives Proof Of Its Divine Nature.

True Glory Takes Root, And Even Spreads; All False Pretences, Like Flowers, Fall To The Ground; Nor Can Any Counterfeit Last Long.

For The Laws Are Dumb In The Midst Of Arms.

Old Age, Especially An Honored Old Age, Has So Great Authority, That This Is Of More Value Than All The Pleasures Of Youth.