The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.

The world always had the same bankrupt look, to foregoing ages as to us.

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our read more

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.

God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces
which are played upon earth have been read more

God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces
which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.
[Fr., Dieu est le poete, les hommes ne sont que les acteurs. Ces
grandes pieces qui se jouent sur la terre ont ete composees dans
le ciel.]

There is but little in this world which can go wrong because everything is a blessing in disguise.

There is but little in this world which can go wrong because everything is a blessing in disguise.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

The world is the best of all possible worlds, and everything in it is a necessary evil.

You do not reform a world by ignoring it.

You do not reform a world by ignoring it.

The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty read more

The earth only has so much bounty to offer and inventing ever larger and more notional prices for that bounty does not change its real value.

Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as
the small dust of the read more

Behold, the nations are as a drop of a bucket, and are counted as
the small dust of the balance: behold, he taketh up the isles as
a little thing.