Where There Is Much Freedom There Is

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.

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.

Don't Let Your Heart Depend On Things That Ornament Life In A Fleeting Way! He Who Possesses, Let Him Learn To Lose, He Who Is Fortunate, Let Him Learn Pain.

Nothing Leads To Good That Is Not Natural.