Ruthless Striving, Overcomes Everything.

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.

The Time Will Come When Every Change Shall Cease, This Quick Revolving Wheel Shall Rest In Peace: No Summer Then Shall Glow, Not Winter Freeze; Nothing Shall Be To Come, And Nothing Past, But An Eternal Now Shall Ever Last.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.