And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

No man may be so cursed by priest or pope but what the Eternal Love may still return while any thread of green lives on in hope.

Be like a solid tower whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow; the man who lets his thoughts be turned aside by one thing or another, will lose sight of his true goal, his mind sapped of its strength.

A prayer may chance to rise From one whose heart lives in the grace of God. A prayer from any other is unheeded.

What shall one do with the verse, if he knows not That?

Go right on and listen as thou goest.

Heat cannot be separated from fire, or beauty from The Eternal.