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.]

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.

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.

The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who read more

The world is a dangerous place. Not because of the people who are evil; but because of the people who don't do anything about it.

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.

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.

He sees that this great roundabout,
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,
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He sees that this great roundabout,
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,
Its customs and its businesses,
Is no concern at all of his,
And says--what says he?--Caw.

We can only change the world by changing men.

We can only change the world by changing men.

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.