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The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

The Iron Hand Of Necessity Commands, And Her Stern Decree Is Supreme Law, To Which The Gods Even Must Submit. In Deep Silence Rules The Uncounselled Sister Of Eternal Fate. Whatever She Lays Upon Thee, Endure; Perform Whatever She Commands.

Whatever Is The Lot Of Humankind I Want To Taste Within My Deepest Self. I Want To Seize The Highest And The Lowest, To Load Its Woe And Bliss Upon My Breast, And Thus Expand My Single Self Titanically And In The End Go Down With All The Rest.

It Is Not Enough To Take Steps Which May Someday Lead To A Goal; Each Step Must Be Itself A Goal And A Step Likewise.

Could We Perfect Human Nature, We Might Also Expect A Perfect State Of Things.