Time Flies On Restless Pinions - Constant

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

From The Moment Fear Begins I Have Ceased To Fear.

Toil Of Science Swells The Wealth Of Art.

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.