All Nature Is The Temple; Earth The

Too Much I've Seen, And Felt, And Lov'd In Life, Living I Come To Seek Lethaean Calm; Let Me, Fair Scenes! Forget All Worldly Strife, Oblivion Solely Is My Bosom's Balm.

Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like The Other Ocean, Overflows With Our Remains.

My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And Me Knows Only Our Creator.

If Greatness Of Purpose, Smallness Of Means, And Astonishing Results Are The Three Criteria Of A Human Genius, Who Could Dare Compare Any Great Man In History With Muhammad?

I Am Persuaded That If The Brutes Even--if The Dog, The Horse, The Ox, The Elephant, The Bird, Could Speak, They Would Confess, That, At The Bottom Of Their Nature, Their Instincts, Their Sensations, Their Obtuse Intelligence, Assisted By Organs Less Perfect Than Ours, There Is A Clouded, Secret Sentiment Of This Existence Of A Superior And Primordial Being, From Whom All Emanates, And To Whom All Returns.