The sum of all sums is eternity.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

There is no place in nature for extinction.

Many animals even now spring out of the soil, Coalescing from the rains and the heat of the sun. Small wonder, then, if more and bigger creatures, Full-formed, arose from the new young earth and sky. The breed, for instance, of the dappled birds Shucked off their eggshells in the springtime, as Crickets in summer will slip their slight cocoons All by themselves, and search for food and life. Earth gave you, then, the first of mortal kinds, For all the fields were soaked with warmth and moisture.

If atom stocks are inexhaustible, Greater than power of living things to count, If Nature's same creative power were present too To throw the atoms into unions - exactly as united now, Why then confess you must That other worlds exist in other regions of the sky, And different tribes of men, kinds of wild beasts.