Posterity Weaves No Garlands For Imitators.

Full Of Wisdom Are The Ordinations Of Fate.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

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.

Intellect--brain Force.

If We Do Not Find Anything Very Pleasant, At Least We Shall Find Something New.