Today I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.

God may grand us gifts, but the merit of being able to take and hold them must be our own. Alas for the boons that slip through unworthy hands!

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.

When we express our thought in words, the medium is not found easily. There must be a process of translation, which is often inexact, and then we fall into error. But.

Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!

Dreams can never be made captive.

The winds of grace are blowing all the time, but it is you that must raise your sails.