[From Huxley's translation of Goethe's Aphorisms.] 



nature ! iffKc are surrounoeo ano embraced bg ber : 

 powerless to separate ourselves from ber, ano powerless 

 to penetrate begone ber, . . . 



TiCle live in ber miost ano know ber not. Sbe is incess* 

 antlg speaking to us, but betrays not ber secret. . . . 



Sbe rejoices in illusion. iKHboso Destroys it in bimself 

 anD otbers, bim sbe punisbes witb tbe sternest tgranng. 

 Hdboso follows ber in faitb, bim sbe takes as a cbilo to ber 

 bosom. 



Sbe wraps man in darkness, ano makes bim for ever 

 long for ligbt. Sbe creates bim oepenoent upon tbe eartb, 

 Dull ano beavg ; ano get is always sbafcfng bim until be 

 attempts to soar above it. ... 



5 praise ber ano all ber works. 



Sbe bas brougbt me bere ano will also leafc me awag. 

 5 trust ber. Sbe mag scolD me, but sbe will not bate ber 

 work. 3t was not 5 wbo spoke of ber. t*o ! "flDlbat is false 

 anD wbat is true, sbe bas spoken it all. Gbe fault, tbe merit, 

 is all bers. . . . 



Bverg one sees ber in bis own fasbion. Sbe bioes unoer 

 a tbousano names ano pbrases, ano is alwags tbe same. 



5 praise ber ano all ber works. Sbe is silent anD wise. 5 

 trust ber. 



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