The Mountains, The Forest, And

In This Way, His Unhappy Soul Struggled With Its Anguish. Eighteen Hundred Years Before This Unfortunate Man, The Mysterious Being, In Whom All The Sanctities And All The Sufferings Of Humanity Come Together, He Too, While The Olive Trees Trembled In The Fierce Breath Of The Infinite, Had Brushed Away The Fearful Cup That Appeared Before Him, Streaming With Shadow And Running Over With Darkness, In The Star-filled Depths. (pg. 236)

The Holy Law Of Jesus Christ Governs Our Civilisation, But It Does Not Yet Permeate It.

Inspiration And Genius -one And The Same.

One Resists The Invasion Of Armies; One Does Not Resist The Invasion Of Ideas.

Intelligence Is The Wife, Imagination Is The Mistress, Memory Is The Servant.