The Greater Part Of All The Mischief

If Nature Is Your Teacher, Your Soul Will Awaken.

Smoothly And Lightly The Golden Seed By The Furrow Is Covered.

Cursed Mammon Be, When He With Treasures To Restless Action Spurs Our Fate! Cursed When For Soft, Indulgent Leisures, He Lays For Us The Pillows Straight.

Religion Is Not In Want Of Art; It Rests On Its Own Majesty.

Alas, I Have Studied Philosophy, The Law As Well As Medicine, And To My Sorrow, Theology; Studied Them Well With Ardent Zeal, Yet Here I Am, A Wretched Fool, No Wiser Than I Was Before.