The way was preached by me, when I had understood the removal of the thorns (in the flesh).

After a stronghold has been made of the bones, it is covered with flesh and blood, and there dwell in it old age and death, pride and deceit.

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.

Ye know how through infirmity of the flesh I preached the gospel unto you at the first.

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.

I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.