The element running through entire nature, which we popularly call Fate, is known to us as limitation. Whatever limits us, we callFate.

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?

The soul refuses limits and always affirms an optimism, never a pessimism.

The world of men show like a comedy without laughter: populations, interests, government, history; 't is all toy figures in a toyhouse.

What opium is instilled into all disaster? It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction,but the most slippery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought.

For every benefit you receive a tax is levied.

The desire of gold is not for gold. It is not the love of much wheat, and wool and household stuff. It is the means of freedom and benefit.