Goethe In Weimar Sleeps, And Greece, Long

For This Is The True Strength Of Guilty Kings, When They Corrupt The Souls Of Those They Rule.

Oxus, Forgetting The Bright Speed He Had In His High Mountain Cradle In Pamere, A Foiled Circuitous Wanderertill At Last The Longed-for Dash Of Waves Is Heard, And Wide His Luminous Home Of Waters Opens, Bright And Tranquil, From Whose Floor The New-bathed Stars Emerge, And Shine Upon The Aral Sea.

But Thou, My Son, Study To Make Prevail One Colour In Thy Life, The Hue Of Truth.

The Governing Idea Of Hellenism Is Spontaneity Of Consciousness ; That Of Hebraism, Strictness Of Conscience .

They... Who Await. No Gifts From Chance, Have Conquered Fate.