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

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

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

The pomps and vanity of this wicked world.

The pomps and vanity of this wicked world.

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.]

The world is not dangerous because of those who do harm but because of those who look at it without read more

The world is not dangerous because of those who do harm but because of those who look at it without doing anything

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.

I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
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I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee.

Enjoy yourself, for there is nothing in the world we can call our own.

Enjoy yourself, for there is nothing in the world we can call our own.