Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air's embrace.
Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.