He Who Does Not Know How To

It Is A Useless Life That Is Not Consecrated To A Great Ideal. It Is Like A Stone Wasted On The Field Without Becoming A Part Of Any Edifice.

Who Does Not Love His Own Tongue Is Far Worse Than A Brute Or Stinking Fish.

Law Has No Skin, Reason Has No Nostrils.

Dying People Don't Need Medicine, The Ones Who Remain Do.

Hold High The Brow Serene, O Youth, Where Now You Stand; Let The Bright Sheen Of Your Grace Be Seen, Fair Hope Of My Fatherland!