Nature Is The Art Of God.

Oh Foolish Desires Of Mortals! How Weak Are The Reasons That Lead Us To Not Take Off Our Flight From The Ground.

He Who Awaits The Call, But Sees The Need, Already Sets His Spirit To Refuse It.

As Fall The Light Autumnal Leaves, One Still The Other Following, Till The Bough Strews All Its Honors On The Earth Below.

Three Sparks - Pride, Envy, And Avarice - Have Been Kindled In All Hearts.

Nature Is The Art Of God.