Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
The mind cannot support moral chaos for long. Men are under as strong a compulsion to invent an ethical setting for their behavior as spiders are to weave themselves webs.
Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.
It is in his pleasure that a man really lives; it is from his leisure that he constructs the true fabric of self.
The web of life, love, suffering and death unites all beings.
His ambition is to be the spider in the World Wide Web.
Wandering around the web is like living in a world in which every doorway is actually one of those science fiction devices which deposit you in a completely different part of the world when you walk through them. In fact, it isn't like it, it is it.
Man is a universe within himself.
The fabric of existence weaves itself whole.
The web of life is a beautiful and meaningless dance. The web of life is a process with a moving goal. The web of life is a perfectly finished work of art right where I am sitting now.