Schiller, Friedrich von

What religion do I profess? None of all / that you name me - And why none? From Religion

Whoever has succeeded in making the big leap / To be a friend's friend / Whoever has won a lovely wife / Mix in his joy!

When vice vomits, virtue sits down at the table

Whoever owns, learn to lose, / Whoever is in happiness, learn to suffer

Who is the man who wants to measure himself / To rule the heavy helm of chance

If you don't dare, you can't hope for anything

Who counts the peoples, names the names, / Who have come together here hospitably?

How does such a glow come into my cottage?

We want to be a single people of brothers, / In no need and danger separate us

Where now, as our sages say, / a ball of fire turns soullessly / then steered his golden chariot / Helios in quiet majesty

The power of fire is beneficent / if man tames it, guards it

Wonderful is Bacchus' gift, / Balm for the broken heart!

No noble man rushes to the executioner's service