An Angel! Nonsense! Everybody So Describes His

Why Should We Not Recognize In The Lightning, The Thunder, And The Storm Wind, The Approach Of An Overwhelming Power, And In The Scent Of Flowers And The Gently Rustling Zephyr The Presence Of A Being Full Of Love?

Rest Not Life Is Sweeping By Go And Dare Before You Die. Something Mighty And Sublime, Leave Behind To Conquer Time.

The Most Difficult Thing Is What Is Thought To Be The Simplest; To Really See The Things Which Are Before Your Eyes.

It Would Not Be Worth Your While To Reach The Age Of Seventy If All The Wisdom Of The World Were To Be Foolishness Before God.

The Web Of This World Is Woven Of Necessity And Chance. Woe To Him Who Has Accustomed Himself From His Youth Up To Find Something Necessary In What Is Capricious, And Who Would Ascribe Something Like Reason To Chance And Make A Religion Of Surrendering To It.