The most solid stone in the structure is the lowest one in the foundation.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes.

Love is a gracious host to his guests though to the unbidden his house is a mirage and a mockery.

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.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.