And Alone And Without His Nest Shall

Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face.

For What Is Prayer But The Expansion Of Your Self Into The Living Ether?

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

Work Is Love Made Visible. And If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work And Sit At The Gate Of The Temple And Take Alms Of Those Who Work With Joy. For If You Bake Bread With Indifference, You Bake A Bitter Bread That Feeds But Half Man's Hunger. And If You Grudge The Crushing Of The Grapes, Your Grudge Distils A Poison In The Wine. And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.