We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.
The feet of the humblest may walk in the field where the feet of the holiest trod. This, then, is the marvel to mortals revealed. When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have pealed, that mankind are children of God.
We can use our precious and passing moments to nourish and enrich our hearts by loving ourselves and all living beings... not the New Year day alone but may every throb of our life be a moment of loving happiness.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.
