In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.

God bless the roots! Body and soul are one.

In this place of light: he dares to live Who stops being a bird, yet beats his wings Against the immense immeasurable emptiness of things.

In our age, if a boy or girl is untalented, the odds are in favor of their thinking they want to write.

A too explicit elucidation in education destroys much of the pleasure of learning. There should be room for sly hinters, masters of suggestion.

Should we say the self, once perceived, becomes the soul?

How body from spirit slowly does unwind, until we are pure spirit at the end.