Here and there in the ancient literature we encounter legends of wise and mysterious games that were conceived and played by scholars, monks, or the courtiers of cultured princes. These might take the form of chess games in which the pieces and squares had secret meanings in addition to their usual functions.

I cannot tell my story without reaching a long way back.

I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.

Wisdom cannot be imparted. Wisdom that a wise man attempts to impart always sounds like foolishness to someone else.

I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?

To recognize causes is to think, and through thought alone feelings become knowledge and are not lost, but become real and begin to mature.

The truth is lived, not taught.