To Be Is To Stand For.

To Pray Is To Take Notice Of The Wonder, To Regain A Sense Of The Mystery That Animates All Beings, The Divine Margin In All Attainments.

Normal Consciousness Is A State Of Stupor, In Which The Sensibility To The Wholly Real And Responsiveness To The Stimuli Of The Spirit Are Reduced. The Mystics, Knowing That Man Is Involved In A Hidden History Of The Cosmos, Endeavor To Awake From The Drowsiness And Apathy And To Regain The State Of Wakefulness For Their Enchanted Souls.

Forfeit Your Sense Of Awe, Let Your Conceit Diminish Your Ability To Revere, And The Universe Becomes A Market Place For You.

The Man Who Has Not Suffered - What Does He Know Anyway?

Faith Is Not The Clinging To A Shrine But An Endless Pilgrimage Of The Heart. Audacious Longing, Burning Songs, Daring Thoughts, An Impulse Overwhelming The Heart, Usurping The Mind--these Are All A Drive Towards Serving Him Who Rings Our Hearts Like A Bell. It Is As If He Were Waiting To Enter Our Empty, Perishing Lives.