Between Truth And The Search

When Everything Else Physical And Mental Seems To Diminish, The Appreciation Of Beauty Is On The Increase.

There Are Two Futures, The Future Of Desire And The Future Of Fate, And Man's Reason Has Never Learnt To Separate Them.

Miracles Happen To Those Who Believe In Them. Otherwise Why Does Not The Virgin Mary Appear To Lamaists, Mohammedans, Or Hindus Who Have Never Heard Of Her.

I Walk In The Garden, I Look At The Flowers And Shrubs And Trees And Discover In Them An Exquisiteness Of Contour, A Vitality Of Edge, Or A Vigour Of Spring, As Well As An Infinite Variety Of Colour That No Artefact I Have Seen In The Last Sixty Years Can Rival...each Day, As I Look, I Wonder Where My Eyes Were Yesterday.

Life Has Taught Me That It Is Not For Our Faults That We Are Disliked And Even Hated, But For Our Qualities.