Voltaire,
The Works of Voltaire
(1906)
“ Sometimes the just may deviate into wrong. Oft man from good to hated evil flies, None in all moments virtuous are or wise. We're told that man's a mystery o'er and o'er; All nature as mysterious is or more. Philosophers sagacious and profound, The beasts' sure instinct could you ever sound? The nature of the grass can you explain, That dies, then rising spreads a verdant plain? This world a veil o'erspreads of darkest night, If through the deep obscure the glimmering light Of reason serves to guide us on our way, Should we extinguish it, and go astray. ”
