History is a child building a sand-castle by the sea, and that child is the whole majesty of man's power in the world.
The gods are immortal men, and men are mortal gods.
How can you hide from what never goes away?
This world... ever was, and is, and shall be, ever-living Fire, in measures being kindled and in measures going out.
Nature loves to hide.
The results are in great need greater ambition.