“Not around the inventors of new noise, but around the inventors of new values, doth the world revolve; inaudibly it revolveth.

“And just own to it! Little had ever taken place when thy noise and smoke passed away. What, if a city did become a mummy, and a statue lay in the mud!

“And this do I say also to the o’erthrowers of statues: It is certainly the greatest folly to throw salt into the sea, and statues into the mud.

“In the mud of your contempt lay the statue: but it is just its law, that out of contempt, its life and living beauty grow again!

“With diviner features doth it now arise, seducing by its suffering; and verily! it will yet thank you for o’erthrowing it, ye subverters!