O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

O world as God has made it! All is beauty.

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 like a board with holes in it, and the square men
have got into the round read more

The world is like a board with holes in it, and the square men
have got into the round holes, and the round into the square.

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.

'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better read more

'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better place, but the price would be never feeling happiness. is that a too higher price to pay?'.

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.

This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.

This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.

The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.

The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.

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.