The world globes itself in a drop of dew.
It is better to be a thorn in the side of a friend than an echo.
Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.
Miracle comes to the miraculous, not to the arithmetician.
The ship of heaven guides itself and will not accept a wooden rudder.
The human heart concerns us more than the poring into microscopes, and is larger than can be measured by the pompous figures of the astronomer.