Society and the World

Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power.

 

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon’s roar— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.

 

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon’s roar— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.

 

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon’s roar— The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more.

 

Against stupidity the very gods Themselves contend in vain. 6

 

Many a crown shines spotless now That yet was deeply sullied in the winning.

 

If you want to know yourself, Just look how others do it; If you want to understand others, Look into your own heart.

 

The richest monarch in the Christian world; The sun in my own dominions never sets. 3

 

World history is the world’s court. 2

 

World history is the world’s court. 2

 

Joy, thou spark from Heav’n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are. 1

 

Joy, thou spark from Heav’n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are. 1

 

Foolish men who accuse a woman mindlessly— you cannot even see you cause what you abuse.

 

Foolish men who accuse a woman mindlessly— you cannot even see you cause what you abuse.

 

Armed peace.

 

Armed peace.

 

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small. 1

 

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small. 1

 

Teach us, good Lord, to serve Thee as Thou deservest: To give and not to count the cost; To fight and not to heed the wounds; To toil and not to seek for rest; To labor and not ask for any reward Save that of knowing that we do Thy will.

 

Kingdoms are but cares, State is devoid of stay; Riches are ready snares, And hasten to decay.

 

London, thou art the flower of Cities all.

 

J’accuse .

The true birthplace is that wherein for the first time one looks intelligently upon oneself; my first homelands have been books.

Another ancient and extensive class of languages, united by a greater number of resemblances than can well be altogether accidental, may be denominated the Indo-european, comprehending the Indian, the West Asiatic, and almost all the European languages.