The Pleasure-Garden The Happiness of Love Our Best Feelings Blood-Fraternity The Power of Love The Box on the Ear Saul, afterwards Called Paul A Scene from Hell The Jewel-Casket or his Better Half The Mummy-Coffin In the Attic The Sculptor On the Threshold at Five Years of Age Goethe on Christianity and Science _Summa Summarum_ Zones of the Spirit THE HISTORY OF THE BLUE BOOK (_Prefixed to the Third Swedish Edition_) I had read how Goethe had once intended to write a _Breviarium Universale_, a book of edification for the adherents of all religions. In my _Historical Miniatures_ I have attempted to trace God's ways in the history of the world; I included Christianity in my survey by commencing with Israel, but perhaps I made the mistake of ranging other religions by the side of Christianity, while they ought to have stood below it. A year passed. I felt myself constrained by inward impulses to write a fairly unsectarian breviary; a word of wisdom for each day in the year. For that purpose I collected the sacred books of all religions, in order to extract from them "sayings" on which to write. But the books did not open themselves to me! The Vedas and Zend-Avesta were sealed, and did not yield a single saying; only the Koran gave one, but that was a lion! (see "Faith the Chief Thing, ff.). Then I determined to alter my design. I formed the plan of writing apothegms of simply worldly wisdom regarding men, and of calling the book _Herbarium Humane._ But I postponed the work since I trembled at the greatness of the task and the crudity of my plan. Then came June 15, 1906. As I took my morning walk, the first thing I saw was a tramcar with the number 365. I was struck by this number, and thought of the 365 pages which I intended to write. As I went on, I entered a narrow street. A cart went along by my side carrying a red flag; it was a powder-flag. The cart kept parallel with me and began to disturb me. In order to escape the sight of the powder-flag, I looked up in the air, and there an enormous red flag (the English one) flaunted conspicuously before my eyes. I looked down again, and a lady dressed in black, with a fiery-red hat, was crossing the street in a slanting direction. I hastened my steps. Immediately my eyes fell on the window of a stationer's shop; in it a piece of cardboard was displayed, bearing the word "Herbarium."