Nature Is The Living, Visible Garment Of

Know'st Thou The Land Where The Lemon-trees Bloom, Where The Gold Orange Glows In The Deep Thicket's Gloom, Where A Wind Ever Soft From The Blue Heaven Blows, And The Groves Are Of Laurel And Myrtle And Rose!

To Have A Positive Religion Is Not Necessary. To Be In Harmony With Yourself And The Universe Is What Counts, And This Is Possible Without Positive And Specific Formulation In Words.

A Talent Is Formed In Stillness, A Character In The World's Torrent.

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.

Against Great Advantages In Another, There Are No Means Of Defending Ourselves Except Love.