When A Man Has Made Peace Within

The World Is A Spinning Die, And Everything Turns And Changes: Man Is Turned Into Angel, And Angel Into Man, And The Head Into The Foot, And The Foot Into The Head. Thus All Things Turn And Spin And Change, This Into That, And That Into This, The Topmost To The Undermost, And The Undermost To The Topmost. For At The Root All Is One, And Salvation Inheres In The Change And Return Of Things.

Everyone Has In Him Something Precious That Is In No One Else.

Every Person Born In This World Represents Something New, Something That Never Existed Before, Something Original And Unique.

If We Had The Power Over The Ends Of The Earth, It Would Not Give Us That Fulfillment Of Existence Which A Quiet Devoted Relationship To Nearby Life Can Give Us.

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.