Man Must Strive, And Striving He Must

The One Who Acts Is Always Without Conscience; Nobody Has A Conscience But The Contemplative Person.

Even Dirt Glitters When The Sun Is Shining Upon It

Oh Happy He Who Still Can Hope In Our Day To Breathe The Truth While Plunged In Seas Of Error! What We Don't Know Is Really What We Need, And What We Know Is Of No Use To Us Whatever!

Let Us Not Dream That Reason Can Ever Be Popular. Passions, Emotions, May Be Made Popular; But Reason Remains Ever The Property Of An Elect Few.

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.]