I Feel An Army In My Fist.

Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain.

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.

Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.

The May Of Life Blooms Once And Never Again.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.