Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

If We Do Not Find Anything Very Pleasant, At Least We Shall Find Something New.

I Know That We Often Tremble At An Empty Terror; Yet The False Fancy Brings A Real Misery.

As Noble Art Has Survived Noble Nature, So Too She Marches Ahead Of It, Fashioning And Awakening By Her Inspiration. Before Truth Sends Her Triumphant Light Into The Depths Of The Heart, Imagination Catches Its Rays, And The Peaks Of Humanity Will Be Glowing When Humid Night Still Lingers In The Valleys.