God, Have Mercy On Me In The

Man Was Made For The Highest Activity, Which Is, In Fact, His Rest.

Life Is Not Accomplishing Some Special Work But Attaining To A Degree Of Consciousness And Inner Freedom Which Is Beyond All Works And Attainments.

How Do You Expect To Arrive At The End Of Your Own Journey If You Take The Road To Another Man's City?

As Long As I Continue To Take Myself Seriously, How Can I Consider Myself A Saint? How Can I Consider Myself A Contemplative? For The Self I Bother About Does Not Really Exist, Never Will, Never Did Except In My Own Imagination.

Our Idea Of God Tells Us More About Ourselves Than About Him.