Don't Forget To Love Yourself.

It Is Not Where We Breathe, But Where We Love, That We Live.

Where Am I? Who Am I? How Did I Come To Be Here? What Is This Thing Called The World?

The Present Generation, Wearied By Its Chimerical Efforts, Relapses Into Complete Indolence. Its Condition Is That Of A Man Who Has Only Fallen Asleep Towards Morning: First Of All Come Great Dreams, Then A Feeling Of Laziness, And Finally A Witty Or Clever Excuse For Remaining In Bed.

It Is The Duty Of The Human Understanding To Understand That There Are Things Which It Cannot Understand.

Just As In Earthly Life Lovers Long For The Moment When They Are Able To Breathe Forth Their Love For Each Other, To Let Their Souls Blend In A Soft Whisper, So The Mystic Longs For The Moment When In Prayer He Can, As It Were, Creep Into God.