The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.
Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.
Joy and woe are woven fine.
Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.