Men in the game are blind to what men looking on see clearly.

Snake's poison is life to the snake; it is in relation to man that it means "death."

A human feast is an indifferent morsel to a god.

We do not burn the woods to trap a squirrel We do not ask the mountain's aid to crack a walnut.

I wonder what Heaven must think of the people down here on this small black speck in the universe that is earth, or of all their talk about the last few years-which are no more than a flash compared with eternity-being 'a time of emergency." It's really ridiculous.