Ungrateful are those on this earthly road, Who do complain that life is made of tears, That happiness on earth one cannot find, That we are made of sorrows and of fears.

The manifestation of Truth is a mystery of Love, just as, conversely, the content of Love is a mystery of Truth.

It is impossible to describe a landscape so validly as to exclude all other descriptions, for no one can see the landscape in all its aspects at the same time, and no single view can prevent the existence and validity of other equally possible views.

Ungrateful are those on this earthly road, Who do complain that life is made of tears, That happiness on earth one cannot find, That we are made of sorrows and of fears.

We live in an age of confusion and thirst in which the advantages of communication are greater than those of secrecy.

The truth is, however, that every religion form is superior to the others in a particular respect, and it is this characteristic that in fact indicates the sufficient reason for the existence of that form.

...blessed be the heart who finds its way to the eternal summer. [...to the realisation of eternal gratitude that things aren't worse, because they always can be!]