The Ideal Of Morality Has

Play Is Experimenting With Chance.

What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life Offer You That Outweigh The Raptures Of Death?

I Was Still Blind, But Twinkling Stars Did Dance Throughout My Being's Limitless Expanse, Nothing Had Yet Drawn Close, Only At Distant Stages I Found Myself, A Mere Suggestion Sensed In Past And Future Ages.

It Is Certain My Belief Gains Quite Infinitely The Very Moment I Can Convince Another Mind Thereof

One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow Of A Giant, Move Aside And See If The Colossal Shadow Isn't Merely That Of A Pygmy Blocking Out The Sun.