He who neglects the present moment throws away all he has.
In the ardor of pursuit men soon forget the goal from which they start.
It is through beauty that we arrive at freedom.
Joy, in Nature's wide dominion, Mightiest cause of all is found; And 'tis joy that moves the pinion When the wheel of time goes round.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times?