Earnestness is the devotion of all the faculties.
Activity and sadness are incompatible.
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
The Breath becomes a stone; the stone, a plant; the plant, an animal; the animal, a man; the man, a spirit; and the spirit, a god.
There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.