Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke

Individual Character Is In The Right That Is In Strict Consistence With Itself. Self-contradiction Is The Only Wrong.

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.

The Voice Of Our Age Seems By No Means Favorable To Art, At All Events To That Kind Of Art To Which My Inquiry Is Directed. The Course Of Events Has Given A Direction To The Genius Of The Time That Threatens To Remove It Continually Further From The Ideal Of Art. For Art Has To Leave Reality, It Has To Raise Itself Bodily Above Necessity And Neediness; For Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom, And It Requires Its Prescriptions And Rules To Be Furnished By The Necessity Of Spirits And Not By That Of Matter.

Every Great Mind Seeks To Labor For Eternity. All Men Are Captivated By Immediate Advantages; Great Minds Alone Are Excited By The Prospect Of Distant Good.

Around, Around, Companions All, Take Your Ground, And Name The Bell With Joy Profound! Concordia Is The Word We've Found Most Meet To Express The Harmonious Sound, That Calls To Those In Friendship Bound.