Reformers Who Are Obsessed With Purity And

I Believe In Teaching People To Be Individuals, And To Understand Other Individuals.

Man Has To Pick Up The Use Of His Functions As He Goes Along- Especially The Function Of Love.

Truth Is A Flower In Whose Neighbourhood Others Must Wither.

He Stretched Out His Hands As He Sang, Sadly, Because All Beauty Is Sad…the Poem Had Done No ‘good’ To Anyone, But It Was A Passing Reminder, A Breath From The Divine Lips Of Beauty, A Nightingale Between Two Worlds Of Dust. Less Explicit Than The Call To Krishna, It Voiced Our Loneliness Nevertheless, Our Isolation, Our Need For The Friend Who Never Comes Yet Is Not Entirely Disproved.

There Has Been, Is, And Always Will Be Every Conceivable Type Of Person.