All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

"How does the Water Come down at Lodore?"

Truth hath a quiet breast. -King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3.

Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.

You came to me like a dream, you held me in reality and will leave me gasping for your loving breath when you are gone....

When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking hot punch in self-preservation.

Keep your feet on the ground and your thoughts at lofty heights.

Beautiful sanctuaries, paved parking lots, and new liturgies will do very little for people who sit in worship with their fingers crossed and do not really believe the faith which is expounded. Often the layman dismisses what the preacher says as something irrelevant to his situation and generation. When he joins a group where he is no longer afraid to be frank, the supposedly faithful member often admits that he has never really accepted what he thinks he has heard. He has, for example, grave reservations about the idea of creation. Did not the world evolve of itself? Do we really need the hypothesis of Infinite Purpose to make sense of the physical, biological, and psychological development? These questions seldom come to the surface when the Church provides merely a one-way preaching. There is little chance of renewal if all that we have is the arrangement by which one speaks and the others listen. One trouble with this conventional system is that the speaker never knows what the unanswered questions are, or what reservations remain in the layman's mentality.

And oft the pangs of absence to remove By letters, soft interpreters of love.

Rituals are important. Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip.

A soul without a high aim is like a ship without a rudder.

One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it.

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

Set a thief to catch a thief.

All sunshine makes a desert.

For the cause that lacks assistance, The wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance, And the good that I can do.

I dare say I am compelled, unconsciously compelled, now to write volume after volume, as in past years I was compelled to go to sea, voyage after voyage. Leaves must follow upon each other as leagues used to follow in the days gone by, on and on to the appointed end, which, being truth itself, is one -- one for all men and for all occupations.

The power I exert on the court depends on the power of my arguments, not on my gender.

The moon pull'd off her veil of light, That hides her face by day from sight That's both her lustre and her shade), And in the lantern of the night, With shining horns hung out her light.

The Path that leadeth on is lighted by one fire - the light of daring burning in the heart. The more one dares, the more he shall obtain. -Helena Petrova Blavatsky.