Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.

Only Through Beauty's Morning-gate, Dost Thou Penetrate The Land Of Knowledge.

Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

The History Of The World Is The World's Court Of Justice.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.