We Are Given Up To Those Gods,

Habit Is The Nursery Of Errors.

The Most Ferocious Animals Are Disarmed By Caresses To Their Young.

At A Certain Depth Of Distress, The Poor, In Their Stupor, Groan No Longer Over Evil, And Are No Longer Thankful For Good.

If God Had Intended That Man Should Go Backward, He Would Have Given Him Eyes In The Back Of His Head.

Who Then Can Calculate The Path Of The Molecule? How Do We Know That The Creations Of Worlds Are Not Determined By The Fall Of Grains Of Sand?