The Present Is A Powerful Deity. [ger.,

All That Is Transitory Is But A Metaphor.

We Eagerly Get Hold Of A Law That Serves As A Weapon To Our Passions.

The Safest Thing Is Always To Try To Convert Everything That Is In Us And Around Us Into Action; Let The Others Talk And Argue About It As They Please.

The Bed Of Flowers Loosens Amain, The Beauteous Snowdrops Droop O'er The Plain. The Crocus Opens Its Glowing Bud, Like Emeralds Others, Others, Like Blood. With Saucy Gesture Primroses Flare, And Roguish Violets, Hidden With Care; And Whatsoever There Stirs And Strives, The Spring's Contented, If Works And Thrives.

Treat People As If They Were What They Ought To Be And You Help Them To Become What They Are Capable Of Being.