Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.