Love is the most universal, the most tremendous and the most mysterious of the cosmic forces.

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.

It is done. Once again the Fire has penetrated the earth, not with the sudden crash of thunderbolt, riving the mountain tops: does the Master break down doors to enter His own home? Without earthquake, or thunderclap: the flame has lit up the whole world from within.

Joy is the infallible sign of the presence of God.

Joy is the sheer evidence of God.

The age of nations has passed. Now, unless we wish to perish, we must shake off our old prejudices and build the Earth. The more scientifically I regard the world, the less can I see any possible biological future for it except in the active consciousness of its unity.

Above all, trust in the slow work of God.