Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.

For all things are from the earth and to the earth all things come in the end.

The earth has what you raise off the earth. It has nothing more.

Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

For all things come from earth, and all things end by becoming earth.

Even now that I have concluded this moving recapitulation, it seems as nothing; and the whole world, my dear is as a bit of dirt under my feet.

Nothing is further from Earth than Heaven: nothing is nearer than Heaven to Earth.

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.

Possibly, but my concern is that there not be more things in my philosophy than are in heaven and earth.

Everything comes from the earth,
and everything ends in the earth.

On that small blue and white planet below is everything that means anything to you: all of history and music, poetry and art, death and birth, love, tears, joy and games... All on that little spot in the cosmos. National boundaries and human artifacts no longer seem real. Only the biosphere, whole and home of life.

Earth is crammed with Heaven.

For Earth is but a tombstone

These things surely lie on the knees of the gods.