Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less but...
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have...
I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the...
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine and man cannot live without love.
That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but...
The first pages of memory are like the old family Bible. The first leaves are...
While the river of life glides along smoothly it remains the same river only...
How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do and the most beautiful...
And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men...
Beauty deprived of its proper foils and adjuncts ceases to be enjoyed as beauty just as light deprived of all shadows ceases to be enjoyed as light.
