Classicism Is Health, Romanticisim Is Sickness.

Dream No Small Dreams For They Have No Power To Move The Hearts Of Men.

And Future Deeds Crowded Round Us As The Countless Stars In The Night. [ger., Und Kunftige Thaten Drangen Wie Die Sterne Rings Um Uns Her Unzahlig Aus Der Nacht.]

Those Who Have No Hope For A Future Life Are Already Dead For The Present One.

We Usually Lose Today, Because There Has Been A Yesterday, And Tomorrow Is Coming.

The Wealth That Cannot Be Administered Is A Burden.