The higher nature in man always seeks for something which transcends itself and yet is its deepest truth; which claims all its sacrifice, yet makes this sacrifice its own recompense. This is man's dharma, man's religion, and man's self is the vessel.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

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

Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown.

It is no easy task to lead men. But it is easy enough to drive them.