The dignity of mankind is in your hands; protect it! It sinks with you! With you it will ascend. - Friedrich Schiller

Leicht beieinander wohnen die Gedanken, doch hart im Raume stoßen sich die Sachen

To the Gods we ne'er can render
Praise for every good they grant;
Let us, with devotion tender,
Minister to grief and want.
Quenched be hate and wrath forever,
Pardoned be our mortal foe— May our tears upbraid him never,
No repentance bring him low!

To what absurd conclusions must this notion of a sympathy of souls, derived from the propinquity of bodies, inevitably tend? A common source of being is to produce community of sentiment; identity of matter, identity of impulse.