It Is Not I Who Die, When

What Education Is To The Individual, Revelation Is To The Whole Human Race.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Accidental, Least Of All That Of Which The Intention Is So Clearly Evident.

Would That We Could At Once Paint With The Eyes! In The Long Way From The Eye Through The Arm To The Pencil, How Much Is Lost!

The Searcher's Eye Not Seldom Finds More Than He Wished To Find.

Where Wildness And Disorder Are Visible In The Dance, There Satan, Death And All Kinds Of Mischief Are Likewise Upon The Floor. For This Reason I Could Wish That The Dance Of Death Were Painted On The Walls Of All Ball-rooms In Order To Warn The Dancers, Not By The Levity Of Their Deportment, To Provoke The God Of Righteousness To Visit Them With A Sudden Judgment.