"How well they know how to reward a good action!" "I am rewarded enough," said Pentaur, looking kindly at the old man.

"But you, you everlasting scoffer--you look pale.

How do you feel ?" "As if I were one of those donkeys there," replied the naturalist.

"My knees shake like theirs, and I think and I wish neither more nor less than they do; that is to say--I would we were in our stalls." "If you can think," said Pentaur smiling, "you are not so very bad." "I had a good thought just now, when you were staring up into the sky.
The intellect, say the priestly sages, is a vivifying breath of the eternal spirit, and our soul is the mould or core for the mass of matter which we call a human being.

I sought the spirit at first in the heart, then in the brain; but now I know that it resides in the arms and legs, for when I have strained them I find thought is impossible.