The Hour-hand Of Life.

Then Is What You See Through This Window Onto The World So Lovely That You Have No Desire Whatsoever To Look Out Through Any Other Window, And That You Even Make An Attempt To Prevent Others From Doing So?

We Often Contradict An Opinion For No Other Reason Than That We Do Not Like The Tone In Which It Is Expressed.

Full Is The Earth Of The Superfluous; Marred Is Life By The Many-too-many. May They Be Decoyed Out Of This Life By The "life Eternal"!

How Lovely It Is That There Are Words And Sounds. Are Not Words And Sounds Rainbows And Illusive Bridges Between Things Which Are Eternally Apart?

There Exists Above The "productive" Man A Yet Higher Species.