The unique impression of Jesus upon mankind - whose name is not so much written as ploughed into the history of the world - is proof of the subtle virtue of this infusion. Jesus belonged to the race of prophets. He saw with open eyes the mystery of the soul. One man was true to what is in you and me. He, as I think, is the only soul in history who has appreciated the worth of man.

But I shall hear without pain, that I play the courtier very ill, and talk of that which I do not well understand.

Whatever limits us we call fate.

The sky is the ultimate art gallery just above us.

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

When a man thinks happily, he finds no foot-track in the field he traverses. All spontaneous thought is irrespective of all else.

Some people are born very far from home.