Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the >>
He does not weep who does not see. >>
My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic. >>
One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness witho >>
There exist certain individuals who are, by nature, given purely to co >>
I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit >>
One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation.