Ján Kollár, The Soul Of A Century — Prologue to Slava's daughter (1943)
“ Where are they who engendered life in these barren lands of the North? ***** Henceforth be stilled oh grief! Toward the future direct your gaze! With hopeful, sunlit eyes dispel the clouds of your thought. There is no greater vice than to bemoan one’s misfortune and loss. Much better fares he whose deeds quiet the angered Gods. Hope rises from active hands, not from a saddened eye, Apparent evil may oft be turned to some needed good. Though a man may be easily swayed, all men cannot be misled ”
