The Poet Should Seize The Particular, And

Gifts Come From Above In Their Own Peculiar Forms. [ger., Die Gaben Kommen Von Oben Herab, In Ihren Eignen Gestalten.]

And Step By Step, Along The Path Of Life, There's Nothing True But Heaven.

Lose The Day Loitering, 'twill Be The Same Story To-morrow, And The Next More Dilatory, For Indecision Brings Its Own Delays, And Days Are Lost Lamenting O'er Lost Days. Are You In Earnest? Seize This Very Minute! What You Can Do, Or Think You Can, Begin It! Only Engage, And Then The Mind Grows Heated; Begin It, And The Work Will Be Completed.

What Sort Of God Would It Be, Who Only Pushed From Without.

We Accept Every Person In The World As That For Which He Gives Himself Out, Only He Must Give Himself Out For Something. We Can Put Up With The Unpleasant More Easily Than We Can Endure The Insignificant.