This is the feeling for syllable and rhythm, penetrating far below the conscious levels of thought and feeling, invigorating every word.

Any religion is forever in danger of petrifaction into mere ritual and habit, though ritual and habit be essential to religion.

Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

The work of creation is never without travail.

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.