Voltaire

Voltaire

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Portrait of Voltaire 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.
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Portrait of Voltaire Voltaire The Works of Voltaire (1906)

I am now more than ever convinced that we ought to judge of nothing by its external magnitude. O God! who hast bestowed understanding upon such seemingly contemptible substances, Thou canst with equal ease produce that which is infinitely small, as that which is incredibly great; and if it be possible that among thy works there are beings still more diminutive than these, they may, nevertheless, be endued with understanding superior to the intelligence of those stupendous animals I have seen in heaven, a single foot of whom is larger than this whole globe on which I have alighted.
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Portrait of Voltaire Voltaire The Works of Voltaire (1906)

Night's argent globe through heaven's clear azure glides,
Increases, wanes, and o'er the stars presides;
O'er all presides my vast, capacious mind,
In the wide universe too close confined:
But though I'm oracle and master here,
I should be raised to a more glorious sphere."
The angels then, who in high heaven control
The wandering orbs, and teach them how to roll,
Exclaimed, whilst at their will they moved each ball:
"God for our pleasure has created all."
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