In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Religion, like poetry, is not a mere idea, it is expression. The self-expression of God is in the endless variety of creation; and our attitude toward the Infinite Being must also in its expression have a variety of individuality ceaseless and unendi.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Perhaps that dawn will come from this horizon, from the East where the sun rises. A day will come when unvanquished Man will retrace his path of conquest, despite all barriers, to win back his lost human heritage.

Yes, all my illusions will burn into illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.

He alone may chastise who loves.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.