We make nothing; we only form and discover what is already there, but which without our assistance cannot release itself from formless chaos.
Translated by Fanny Elizabeth Bennett, On the Heights (p. 466), Roberts Brothers. 1868
We make nothing; we only form and discover what is already there, but which without our assistance cannot release itself from formless chaos.
Translated by Fanny Elizabeth Bennett, On the Heights (p. 466), Roberts Brothers. 1868