“Here sleeps Saon, of Acanthus, son of Dicon, a holy sleep: say not that the good die.”

You’re walking by the tomb of Battiades, Who knew well how to write poetry, and enjoy Laughter at the right moment, over the wine.

A good man never dies.

More lightly do his sorrows press upon a man, when to a friend or fellow traveller he tells his griefs.

A big book is a big misfortune.

I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common.

A great book is like great evil.

Nothing unattested do I sing.

Set a thief to catch a thief.

Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella’s wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.

O Charidas, what of the under world? Great darkness. And what of the resurrection? A lie. And Pluto? A fable; we perish utterly.

Big book, a big bore.

To little men, gods send little things.

I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest, A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest, Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales awake; For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

The repetition of the holy names reveals a presence hidden within the heart. Something begins to happen that’s very disturbing – we get happy.

Krishna is present fully in His holy name and this is realized by the humility and sincerity in our chanting.

It is this: That in spite of all worldly opposition, God’s holy ordinances shall be established again in the home

To pray is to dream in league with God, to envision His holy visions.

We cannot be passive and silent towards those who reject God’s Word and our holy faith.

I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty. You don’t grasp the fact that what is most alive of all is inside your own house; and so you walk from one holy city to the next with a confused look!

Faith opens our hearts for the entrance of the holy. It is almost as though God were thinking for us.

Just to be is a blessing. Just to live is holy.