Religion, Society, And Nature--these Are The Three

We Teachers Make The Road, Others Will Make The Journey.

The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

What Would Be Ugly In A Garden Constitutes Beauty In A Mountain.

The Pupil Dilates In Darkness And In The End Finds Light, Just As The Soul Dilates In Misfortune And In The End Finds God.

I'm Not In The World To Guard My Own Life, But To Guard Souls