The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But

A Bit Of Mould Is A Pleiad Of Flowers; A Nebula Is An Ant-hill Of Stars.

God Made Only Water, But Man Made Wine.

He Who Opens A School Door, Closes A Prison.

It Is Only Barbarous Nations Who Have A Sudden Growth After A Victory

In The Relations Of Man With The Animals, With The Flowers, With All The Objects Of Creation, There Is A Whole Great Ethic, Scarcely Perceived As Yet, Which Will At Length Break Through Into The Light, And Which Will Be The Corollary And The Complement To Human Ethics.