The Outward Man Is The Swinging Door;

If Anyone Went On For A Thousand Years Asking Of Life: 'why Are You Living?' Life, If It Could Answer, Would Only Say, 'i Live So That I May Live.' That Is Because Life Lives Out Of Its Own Ground And Springs From Its Own Source, And So It Lives Without Asking Why It Is Itself Living.

The Soul At Its Highest Is Found Like God, But An Angel Gives A Closer Idea Of Him. That Is All An Angel Is: An Idea Of God.

Everything Is Meant To Be Lost, That The Soul May Stand In Unhampered Nothingness

Even Stones Have A Love, A Love That Seeks The Ground.

Nothing Is Sharper Than Suffering, Nothing Is Sweeter Than To Have Suffered.