The Road To The Sacred Leads Through

To Become Aware Of The Ineffable Is To Part Company With Words...the Tangent To The Curve Of Human Experience Lies Beyond The Limits Of Language. The World Of Things We Perceive Is But A Veil. It’s Flutter Is Music, Its Ornament Science, But What It Conceals Is Inscrutable. It’s Silence Remains Unbroken; No Words Can Carry It Away. Sometimes We Wish The World Could Cry And Tell Us About That Which Made It Pregnant With Fear--filling Grandeur. Sometimes We Wish Our Own Heart Would Speak Of That Which Made It Heavy With Wonder.

Those Of Faith Who Plant Sacred Thoughts In The Uplands Of Time, The Secret Gardeners Of The Lord In Mankind's Desolate Hopes, May Slacken And Tarry But Rarely Betray Their Vocation.

Man Is A Messenger Who Forgot The Message.

...morally Speaking, There Is No Limit To The Concern One Must Feel For The Suffering Of Human Beings, That Indifference To Evil Is Worse Than Evil Itself, That In A Free Society, Some Are Guilty, But All Are Responsible.

Self-respect Is The Fruit Of Discipline; The Sense Of Dignity Grows With The Ability To Say No To Oneself.