Only those return to Eternity Who on earth seek out Eternity.

God listens not to your words save when He Himself utters them through your lips.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that 'yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

Like the ocean is your god-self; It remains for ever undefiled. And like the ether it lifts but the winged. Even like the sun is your god-self; It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening.

He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.

Give me an ear and I will give you a Voice.