The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.

Faith is a bird that can see the light when it is dawn and starts singing in the dark.

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

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.