Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke
Should wear his cross upon the heart.

Not he who scorns the Saviour's yoke
Should wear his cross upon the heart.

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and
billows.
[Ger., Der Sturm ist read more

The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and
billows.
[Ger., Der Sturm ist Meister; Wind und Well spielen
Ball mit dem Menschen.]

Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that
life imitates art far more than art read more

Paradoxically though it may seem, it is none the less true that
life imitates art far more than art imitates life.

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human
kindness.
[Ger., In gahrend Drachengift hast read more

To rankling poison hast thou turned in me the milk of human
kindness.
[Ger., In gahrend Drachengift hast du
Die Milch der frommen Denkart mir verwandelt.]

What the reason of the ant laboriously drags into a heap, the
wind of accident will collect in one read more

What the reason of the ant laboriously drags into a heap, the
wind of accident will collect in one breadth.
[Was der Ameise Vernunft muhsam, zu Haufen schleppt, jagt in
einem Hui der Wind des Zufalls zusammen.