“Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as snow, But a wonderful twinkle shone in his eye. And he sang every night as he went to bed, "Let us be happy down here below: The living should live, though the dead be dead." Said the jolly old pedagogue long ago.” ShouldLongSaidEyeHappinessFormNightWhiteWonderfulHairBedSnowHis EyesDryTallEvery NightLong AgoBentSlenderJollyGait Author:George Arnold
“The Master persistently warned against the attempt to encompass Reality in a concept or a name. A scholar in mysticism once asked, "When you speak of BEING, sir, is it eternal, transcendent being you speak of, or transient, contingent being?" The Master closed his eyes in thought. Then he opened them, put on his most disarming expression, and said, "Yes!"” SaidRealityEyeNamesSpeakExpressionMastersEternalConceptsHis EyesMysticismScholarTranscendentTransientDisarming Author:Anthony de Mello
“One woman approached me as she walked past and, pointing to her four children who were manfully helping the smallest ones over the rough ground, whispered: 'How can you bring yourself to kill such beautiful, darling children? Have you no heart at all?' One old man, as he passed me, hissed: 'Germany will pay a heavy penance for this mass murder of the Jews.' His eyes glowed with hatred as he said this. Nevertheless he walked calmly into the gas-chamber.” MenHeartChildrenSaidHelpingEyePastBeautifulPayFourMassHatredMurderOur ChildrenJewHeavyGermanyHis EyesGasRoughOld ManSmallestNeverthelessPointingChamberDarlingOne WomanPenanceGas Chambers Author:Rudolf Hoss