We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
All things keep on in everlasting motion, out of the infinite come the particles speeding above, below, in endless dance.
Therefore, this terror of the mind and the darkness must be dispelled not by the rays of the sun or the bright light of day, but by the appearance and reasoning of nature.
My life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean's edge as I can go.
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.
I pass with relief from the tossing sea of Cause and Theory to the firm ground of Result and Fact.