The Lover's Pleasure Is In The Pleasure

What Science Cannot Declare, Art Can Suggest; What Art Suggests Silently, Poetry Speaks Aloud; But What Poetry Fails To Explain In Words, Music Can Express. Whoever Knows The Mystery Of Vibrations Indeed Knows All Things.

Every Mind Has Its Particular Standard Of Good And Bad, And Of Right And Wrong. This Standard Is Made By What One Has Experienced Through Life, By What One Has Seen Or Heard; It Also Depends Upon One's Belief In A Certain Religion, One's Birth In A Certain Nation And Origin In A Certain Race. But What Can Really Be Called Good Or Bad, Right Or Wrong, Is What Comforts The Mind And What Causes It Discomfort. It Is Not True, Although It Appears So, That It Is Discomfort That Causes Wrongdoing. In Reality, It Is Wrongdoing Which Causes Discomfort, And It Is Right-doing Which Gives Comfort.

A Soul Who Is Not Close To Nature Is Far Away From What Is Called Spirituality. In Order To Be Spiritual One Must Communicate, And Especially One Must Communicate With Nature; One Must Feel Nature.

Love Develops Into Harmony, And Of Harmony Is Born Beauty.

Things Appear Different From Every Different Plane From Which You Look At Them, And When A Person Standing On Flat Earth Asks A Person Standing On Top Of A Mountain, "do You Also Believe Something?" The Person Cannot Tell Much. The Questioner Must Come To The Top Of The Mountain And See. There Can Be No Link Of Conversation Between Them Until That Time.