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.]

He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.

He, in his developed manhood, stood, a little sunburn by the glare of life.

Advice: the world is how you see it. Don’t let anyone else’s image of it determine yours.

Advice: the world is how you see it. Don’t let anyone else’s image of it determine yours.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; read more

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

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.

Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.

The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.

We have it in our power to begin the world over again.

Give me matter, and I will construct a world out of it!

Give me matter, and I will construct a world out of it!