There is no God dare wrong a worm.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite.

The craft of the merchant is this bringing a thing where it abounds to where it is costly.

What would be the use of immortality to a person who cannot use well a half an hour?

The counting-room maxims liberally expounded are laws of the Universe. The merchant's economy is a coarse symbol of the soul's economy. It is, to spend for power, and not for pleasure.

I will do strongly before the sun and moon whatever inly rejoices me and the heart apoints.