Next the life of longing; and lastly, the life of prayer.

In that is the noonday sun; there are the flowers, there the harvest! "The virtues we acquire, which develop slowly within us, are the invisible links that bind each one of our existences to the others,--existences which the spirit alone remembers, for Matter has no memory for spiritual things.

Thought alone holds the tradition of the bygone life.

The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.

Some receive the gift of form, some the gift of numbers, others the gift of harmony.