Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

Celebrate your existence!

The world of imagination is the world of eternity.

As we are, so we see.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer.