You are the seven angels of heaven, and you have had no troubles.

Oh, I could forgive you everything, you that rule all mankind, if I could feel for once that you had suffered for one hour a real agony such as I--" Syme sprang to his feet, shaking from head to foot.
"I see everything," he cried, "everything that there is.

Why does each thing on the earth war against each other thing?
Why does each small thing in the world have to fight against the world itself?
Why does a fly have to fight the whole universe?
Why does a dandelion have to fight the whole universe?
For the same reason that I had to be alone in the dreadful Council of the Days.

So that each thing that obeys law may have the glory and isolation of the anarchist.

So that each man fighting for order may be as brave and good a man as the dynamiter.