If we pick up the finger and nail of a real man, we can decipher a whole story--could almost reconstruct the creature again, from head to foot.

But half the body of a Mumboo-jumbow idol leaves us utterly in the dark as to what the rest was like.

We see what we see, but nothing more.

There is nothing so universally intelligible as truth.
It has a thousand meanings, and suggests a thousand more." He turned over the wooden thing.
"Though a man should carve it into matter with the least possible manipulative skill, it will yet find interpreters.

It is the soul that looks out with burning eyes through the most gross fleshly filament.
Whosoever should portray truly the life and death of a little flower--its birth, sucking in of nourishment, reproduction of its kind, withering and vanishing--would have shaped a symbol of all existence.
All true facts of nature or the mind are related.