When the healthy nature of man acts as a whole, when he feels himself to be in the world as in a great, beautiful, noble, and valued whole, when harmonious ease affords him a pure and free delight, then the universe, if it could experience itself, would exult, as having attained its goal, and admire the climax of its own becoming and essence.

Many people take no care of their money till they come nearly to the end of it, and others do just the same with their time.

Human life-everybody lives it, but only to a few is it known.

And here, poor fool, with all my lore I stand no wiser than before.

Is it not enough that we cannot make one another happy, must we also rob one another of the pleasures that any heart may permit itself now and then? And name me a person who in a bad mood will be decent enough to hide it, to bear it alone, without destroying the joy around him. Is it not rather an inner dissatisfaction with our own unworthiness, a dislike of ourselves that is always associated with envy aggravated by foolish conceit? We see people happy and not made happy by us, and that is unbearable.

A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he!

Every offense is avenged on earth.