Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger

Religion Is Neither A Theology Nor A Theosophy; It Is More Than That, It Is A Discipline, A Law, A Yoke, An Indissoluble Engagement.

Ideas Never Lack For Words. It Is Words That Lack Ideas.

Those Readiest To Criticise Are Often Least Able To Appreciate.

We Are All Of Us More Or Less Echoes, Repeating Involuntarily The Virtues, The Defects, The Movements, And The Characters Of Those Among Whom We Live.

Old Age Was Naturally More Honored In Times When People Could Not Know Much More Than What They Had Seen.