Even Weak Men When United Are Powerful.

History, Insofar As It Accustoms Human Beings To Comprehend The Whole Of The Past And To Hasten Forward With Its Conclusions Into The Far Future, Conceals The Boundaries Of Birth And Death, Which Enclose The Life Of The Human Being So Narrowly And Oppressively, And With A Kind Of Optical Illusion, Expands His Short Existence Into Endless Space, Leading The Individual Imperceptibly Over Into Humanity.

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.

Freedom Exists Only With Power.

Chains Of Iron Or Of Silk-both Are Chains.

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.