“The nocturnal glory of being great without beinganything! The sombre majesty of splendours no oneknows… And I suddenly experience the sublime feelingof a monk in the wilderness or of a hermit in his retreat,acquainted with the substance of Christ in the sands andin the caves of withdrawal from the world.”

“even as he took her hand and kissed it, he fell into sleep. Then a great beauty was revealed in him, so that all who after came there looked on him in wonder; for they saw that the grace of his youth, and the valour of his manhood, and the wisdom and majesty of his age were blended together. And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.”

“For modern people the pursuit of wisdom sounds like something you'd have to travel to Tibet for. To us, wisdom is mystical and esoteric. It conjures up images of cave-dwelling hermits, saffron-robed monks, and, well, Yoda.”

“And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.”

“It was the very essence of his life to be a solitary achievement, accomplished not by hermit-like withdrawal with it's silence and immobility but by a system of restless wandering, by the detachment of an impermanent dweller amongst changing scenes. In this scheme he had perceived the means of passing through life without suffering and almost without a single care in the world- invulnerable because elusive.”

“Those who attempt to search into the majesty of God will be overwhelmed with His Glory!”