Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To

Everlastingly Chained To A Single Little Fragment Of The Whole, Man Himself Develops Into Nothing But A Fragment; Everlastingly In His Ear The Monotonous Sound Of The Wheel That He Turns, He Never Develops The Harmony Of His Being, And Instead Of Putting The Stamp Of Humanity Upon His Own Nature, He Becomes Nothing More Than The Imprint Of His Occupation Or Of His Specialized Knowledge.

Dare To Be Wrong And To Dream.

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

Lose Not Yourself In A Far Off Time, Seize The Moment That Is Thine.

If You Wish To Know Yourself Observe How Others Act. If You Wish To Understand Others Look Into Your Own Heart.