Whatever Liberates Our Spirit, Without Also Giving

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

The Words You've Bandied Are Sufficient; 'tis Deeds That I Prefer To See. [ger., Der Worte Sind Genug Gewechselt, Lasst Mich Auch Endlich Thaten Sehn.]

If You Lay Duties Upon People And Give Them No Rights, You Must Pay Them Well.

By Seeking And Blundering We Learn.

To Hard Necessity Ones Will And Fancy Must Conform.