All Events Are Secretly Interrelated; The Sweep

(people) Can Never Attain Fulfillment, Or Sense Of Meaning, Unless It Is Shared, Unless It Pertains To Other Human Beings.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

Those Of Faith Who Plant Sacred Thoughts In The Uplands Of Time, The Secret Gardeners Of The Lord In Mankind's Desolate Hopes, May Slacken And Tarry But Rarely Betray Their Vocation.

The Degree To Which One Is Sensitive To Other People's Suffering, To Other (people's) Humanity, Is The Index Of One's Own Humanity

Trust Is The Core Of Human Relationships, Of Gregariousness Among Men. Friendship, A Puzzle To The Syllogistic And Critical Mentality, Is Not Based On Experiments Or Tests Of Another Person's Qualities But On Trust. It Is Not Critical Knowledge But A Risk Of The Heart Which Initiates Affection And Preserves Loyalty In Our Fellow Men.