Illusion Is Brief, But Repentance Is Long.

Life Is Earnest, Art Is Gay.

Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Culture, Far From Giving Us Freedom, Only Develops, As It Advances, New Necessities; The Fetters Of The Physical Close More Tightly Around Us, So That The Fear Of Loss Quenches Even The Ardent Impulse Toward Improvement, And The Maxims Of Passive Obedience Are Held To Be The Highest Wisdom Of Life.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.