How Old The World Is! I Walk

First Of All Move Me, Surprise Me, Rend My Heart; Make Me Tremble, Weep, Shudder; Outrage Me; Delight My Eyes Afterwards If You Can.

What Is This World? A Complex Whole, Subject To Endless Revolutions. All These Revolutions Show A Continual Tendency To Destruction; A Swift Succession Of Beings Who Follow One Another, Press Forward, And Vanish; A Fleeting Symmetry; The Order Of A Moment. I Reproached You Just Now With Estimating The Perfection Of Things By Your Own Capacity; And I Might Accuse You Here Of Measuring Its Duration By The Length Of Your Own Days.

En Ge Ne Ral, Plus Un Peuple Est Civilise , Poli, Moins Ses Moeurs Sont Poe Tiques; Tout S'affaiblit En S'adoucissant. Ingeneral, Themore Civilized And Refinedthepeople, The Less Poetic Are Its Morals; Everything Weakens As It Mellows.

Are We Not Madder Than Those First Inhabitants Of The Plain Of Sennar? We Know That The Distance Separating The Earth From The Sky Is Infinite, And Yet We Do Not Stop Building Our Tower.

If You Want Me To Believe In God, You Must Make Me Touch Him.