Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

Folly, Thou Conquerest, And I Must Yield! Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain. Exalted Reason, Resplendent Daughter Of The Head Divine, Wise Foundress Of The System Of The World, Guide Of The Stars, Who Are Thou Then, If Thou, Bound To The Tail Of Folly's Uncurb'd Steed, Must, Vainly Shrieking, With The Drunken Crowd, Eyes Open, Plunge Down Headlong In The Abyss.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...