Around, Around, Companions All, Take Your Ground,

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.

It Is Only Through The Morning Gate Of The Beautiful That You Can Penetrate Into The Realm Of Knowledge. That Which We Feel Here As Beauty We Shall One Day Know As Truth.

Everlastingly Chained To A Single Little Fragment Of The Whole, Man Himself Develops Into Nothing But A Fragment; Everlastingly In His Ear The Monotonous Sound Of The Wheel That He Turns, He Never Develops The Harmony Of His Being, And Instead Of Putting The Stamp Of Humanity Upon His Own Nature, He Becomes Nothing More Than The Imprint Of His Occupation Or Of His Specialized Knowledge.

A Virtuous Name Is The Precious Only Good, For Which Queens And Peasants' Wives Must Contest Together.