“They know how to die-a little way from the branch to the earth, a little fear of mingling with common dust and yet they go down gracefully-a fail that seems like flying!”
“Cyrano: The leaves---Roxane: What color---Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.Cyrano: Yes---they know how to die. A little wayFrom the branch to the earth, a little fearOf mingling with the common dust---and yetThey go down gracefully---a fall that seemsLike flying!”
“If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.”
“Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.”
“Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.”
“How little does the earth self know life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquility!”