It Is Of The Essence Of Virtue

Proximity To The Crowd, To The Majority View, Spells The Death Of Creativity. For A Soul Can Create Only When Alone, And Some Are Chosen For The Flowering That Takes Place In The Dark Avenues Of Night.

To Sing Means To Sense And To Affirm That The Spirit Is Real And That Its Glory Is Present.

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words.

We Worship God Through Our Questions.

Prayer Is Not A Stratagem For Occasional Use, A Refuge To Resort To Now And Then. It Is Rather Like An Established Residence For The Innermost Self. All Things Have A Home: The Bird Has A Nest, The Fox Has A Hole, The Bee Has A Hive. A Soul Without Prayer Is A Soul Without A Home.