Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

I always made an awkward bow.

Call the world if you please "the vale of soul-making." Then you will find out the use of the world.

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.

I have an habitual feeling of my real life having past, and that I am leading a posthumous existence.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego