Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.

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.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

If your knowledge teaches you not the value of things, and frees you not from the bondage to matter, you shall never come near the throne of Truth.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

In every aspect of the day Jesus was aware of the Father. He beheld Him in the clouds and in the shadows of the clouds that pass over the earth.

Your friend is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.