Oh, What Company Good Poets Are!

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.

Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty Are Such Only Because They Judge It By Its Loud Voice. If They Knew Its Charms, The Dignity That Accompanies It, How Much A Free Man Feels Like A King, The Perpetual Inner Light That Is Produced By Decorous Self-awareness And Realization, Perhaps There Would Be No Greater Friends Of Freedom Than Those Who Are Its Worst Enemies.

Culture, Which Makes Talent Shine, Is Not Completely Ours Either, Nor Can We Place It Solely At Our Disposal. Rather, It Belongs Mainly To Our Country, Which Gave It To Us, And To Humanity, From Which We Receive It As A Birthright.

Strength Comes From Waiting.

Other Famous Men, Those Of Much Talk And Few Deeds, Soon Evaporate. Action Is The Dignity Of Greatness.