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The People Of Your World Became So Stupid And Rude That My Companions And I No Longer Enjoyed Teaching Them. You Must Surely Have Heard Of Us: We Were Called Oracles, Nymphs, Spirits, Fairies, Household Gods, Lemures, Larvas, Lamias, Sprites, Water-nymphs, Incubi, Shades, Spirits Of The Dead, Specters And Ghosts.

Well - When I Write My Book, And Tell The Tale Of My Adventures - All These Little Stars That Shake Out Of My Cloak - I Must Save Those To Use For Asterisks.

For An Apple Is In It Self A Little Universe; The Seed, Hotter Than The Other Parts Thereof, Is Its Sun, Which Diffuses About It Self That Natural Heat Which Preserves Its Globe: And In The Onion, The Germ Is The Little Sun Of That Little World, Which Vivifies And Nourishes The Vegetative Salt Of That Little Mass.

I May Climb Perhaps To No Great Heights, But I Will Climb Alone.

We Must Believe Then, That As From Hence We See Saturn And Jupiter; If We Were In Either Of The Two, We Should Discover A Great Many Worlds Which We Perceive Not; And That The Universe Extends So In Infinitum.