Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.
Love gives beauty to everything it touches.
The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.
And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.