Mystery Is Truth's Dancing Partner.

We Usually Lose Today, Because There Has Been A Yesterday, And Tomorrow Is Coming.

In The End We Retain From Our Studies Only That Which We Practically Apply.

Whatever We Think Out, Whatever We Take In Hand To Do, Should Be Perfectly And Finally Finished, That The World, If It Must Alter, Will Only Have To Spoil It; We Have Then Nothing To Do But Unite The Severed, To Recollect And Restore The Dismembered.

And Future Deeds Crowded Round Us As The Countless Stars In The Night. [ger., Und Kunftige Thaten Drangen Wie Die Sterne Rings Um Uns Her Unzahlig Aus Der Nacht.]

It Is Not Enough To Take Steps Which May Someday Lead To A Goal; Each Step Must Be Itself A Goal And A Step Likewise.