Obedience Is The Christian's Crown.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

The History Of The World Is The World's Court Of Justice.

Joy, Thou Spark From Heav'n Immortal, Daughter Of Elysium! Drunk With Fire, Toward Heaven Advancing Goddess, To Thy Shrine We Come. Thy Sweet Magic Brings Together What Stern Custom Spreads Afar; All Men Become Brothers Where Thy Happy Wing-beats Are.

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.