“One little chore to do, one little commission to fulfil, one message to carry, would spoil heaven itself.”
“I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.”
“Listen! What is life? It is a feather, it is the seed of the grass, blown hither and thither, sometimes multiplying itself and dying in the act, sometimes carried away into the heavens. But if that seed be good and heavy it may perchance travel a little way on the road it wills. It is well to try and journey one's road and to fight with the air. Man must die. At the worst he can but die a little sooner.”
“Do not be duped by little duties. Do not be a chore man all your days.”
“If it's possible to send a message from heaven, I'll get one to you.”
“There would be no great men if there were no little ones.”