Acorns Are Planted Silently By Some Unnoticed

And Yet Without Labour There Were No Ease, No Rest, So Much As Conceivable.

One Life; A Little Gleam Of Time Between Two Eternities; No Second Chance To Us For Evermore!

We Arc The Miracle Of Miracles, The Great Inscrutable Mystery Of God.

Action Hangs, As It Were, Dissolved In Speech, In Thoughts Whereof Speech Is The Shadow; And Precipitates Itself Therefrom. The Kind Of Speech In A Man Betokens The Kind Of Action You Will Get From Him.

Man's Unhappiness, As I Construe, Comes Of His Greatness; It Is Because There Is An Infinite In Him, Which With All His Cunning He Cannot Quite Bury Under The Finite.