human
Were it not miraculous could I stretch forth my hand and clutch the sun? Yet thou seest me daily stretch forth my hand and clutch many a thing and swing it hither and thither. Art thou a grown baby, then, to fancy that the miracle lies in miles of distance, or in pounds avoirdupois of weight; and not to see that the true miracle lies in this, that I can stretch forth my hand at all?
gpt
We do not look around a little and see what is passing under our very eyes.
human
My mother taught me never to waste anything.
gpt
The end of man is an action, and not a thought, though it were the noblest.