Truly, everything in this world depended on time. Time ripened all. If you had time, you succeeded in working the human mud internally and turning it into spirit. Then you did not fear death. If you did not have time, you perished.

As you walk, you cut open and create that river bed into which the stream of your descendants shall enter and flow.

Yes, there is weeping, even in heaven, but it is for those who are still crawling on the earth.

I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me!

This, I thought, is how great visionaries and poets see everything- as if for the first time. Each morning they see a new world before their eyes; they do not really see it, they create it.

What, then is our duty? It is to carefully distinguish the historic moment in which we live and to consciously assign our small energies to a specific battlefield. The more we are in phase with the current which leads the way, the more we aid man in his difficult, uncertain, danger-fraught ascent toward salvation.

Inexperience loves to preach.