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

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

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.

...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!]

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.

...Blessed be the heart who finds its way to the eternal summer. - where grateful happiness is found through understanding that whatever your situation is, it could always be worse, but isn't... and the thought that things could always be better and the bitter unhappiness this creates is discarded!

That which is lacking in the present world is a profound knowledge of the nature of things.