Even Weak Men When United

When The Gods Were More Manlike, Men Were More Godlike.

Modest Humility Is Beauty's Crown.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Grows Narrow. The More One Expands, The Larger Their Aims.

Everlastingly Chained To A Single Little Fragment Of The Whole, Man Himself Develops Into Nothing But A Fragment; Everlastingly In His Ear The Monotonous Sound Of The Wheel That He Turns, He Never Develops The Harmony Of His Being, And Instead Of Putting The Stamp Of Humanity Upon His Own Nature, He Becomes Nothing More Than The Imprint Of His Occupation Or Of His Specialized Knowledge.

A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding Feast.