Thus our own age is essentially one of understanding, and on the average, perhaps, more knowledgeable than any former generation, but it is without passion. Every one knows a great deal, we all know which way we ought to go and all the different ways we can go, but nobody is willing to move.

Wherever there is a crowd there is untruth.

Whoever has the world's treasures has them no matter how he got them. In the world of the spirit it is otherwise.

My sorrow is my castle.

When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?

Love is all, it gives all, and it takes all.

Truth is not something you can appropriate easily and quickly. You certainly cannot sleep or dream yourself to the truth. No, you must be tried, do battle, and suffer if you are to acquire the truth for yourself. It is a sheer illusion to think that in relation to the truth there is an abridgement, a short cut that dispenses with the necessity for struggling for it.