The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.

For man is by nature an artist.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth