It is true that we are made of dust. And the world is also made of dust. But the dust has motes rising.

Conduct, which involves a decision of the ultimate fate of the agent cannot be based on illusions.

Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.

But inner experience is only one source of human knowledge.

Life is a struggle and not a matter of privilege. It is nothing but one's knowledge of the temporal and the spiritual world.

Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.

Thus passing through the infinite varieties of space we reach the Divine space which is absolutely free from all dimensions and constitutes the meeting point of all infinities.