We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.
If thou tastest a crust of bread, thou tastest all the stars and all the heavens.
Once more on my adventure brave and new.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
Time'swheelsrunsbackor stops: Potterand clayendure.
A lion may die of an ass's kick.