All things come out of the one, and the one out of all things.

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.

It is hard to contend against one's heart's desire; for whatever it wishes to have it buys at the cost of soul.

Could you tell night from day? No, I regard all such distinctions as logically impossible.

Time is a child playing with droughts. The lordship is to the child.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

The seeing have the world in common.