Said I, in scorn all burning hot, In rage and anger high, 'You ignominious idiot, Those wings are made to fly!'

A million million worlds that move in peace; A million mighty laws that never cease; And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds, Rich with eggs, slaves and …

I do not want to be a fly, I want to be a worm!

Only as we live, think, feel, and work outside the home, do we become humanly developed, civilized, socialized.