1891 – 1968 • American • Clergyman
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
Happiness in the present is only shattered by comparison with the past.
Perfection is perfectly simple; fouling things up requires true skill.
Love is seeing without eyes, hearing without ears; hatred is nothing.
Seeing the light is a choice, not seeing the light is no choice.
Death is feared as birth is forgotten.
