Human masters teach profound doctrines - Jesus lives a perfect life and dies a heroic death.
That is why human masters are admired - and loved is the prophet of Nazareth.
Men analyze comprehensible truths - Jesus challenges prospects of eternal life.
Jesus is today more present than in the first century - the thoughts of all men revolve around him ...
Thousands of works in hundreds of languages were written - and Jesus remains the “Unknown Divinity”.
It has long since he transposed the temple premises and the pages of speculative theology.
About the personality of Jesus, discuss the academic and the artist, the dealer and the industrialist, the believer and the unbeliever - friends and foes.
Kant and Bergson, Chesterton and Renan, Murray and Barbusse, Keyserling and Giovanni Papini, Rojas and Maurois - all modern and ultramodern thinkers write what they know or think they know about him.
Toyohiko, the eastern Dostoyevsky, in the working-class neighbourhood of Kobe writes a strange novel: “Before Dawn” - the drama of a soul in search of light.
Gandhi and Tagore speak of the Nazarene - and they do not decipher the enigma.
David Livingstone dies on the shores of Lake Tanganyika - proclaiming from the African heart the glories of Jesus.
Mahatma Gandhi and Albert Schweitzer speak of Jesus to Asians and Africans.
Thousands of faith pioneers announce him from Alaska to Cairo - from the poles to the equator.
The humble fragments of Matthew and Mark from Luke and John in the Gospels are worth more than thousands of written works and millions of mouths to say of his glories.
O Jesus! if admirable is what is spoken about you in the Gospel - how stupendous must be what you did not say!
So much says the sacred fragments we hold – how much should say what has not been said in the gaps between lines!
So beautiful is what was said - how sublime will be that which was not said!
So vast is the bright day of what we contemplate - how profound should be the starry night which we ignore!
I read in the Gospel sayings, O Nazarene, the poem of your terrestrial life - and I guess in reticence the epic of your divine mysteries ...
No, I do not want to know what else you said and did - I want to have the freedom to fly through unknown spaces ...
I want to intoxicate my soul with what has not been written anywhere ...
I want to fly beyond all the coastlines - beyond all Atlantis, galaxies and nebulae ...
To find what has never been said or written of you - as unspeakable and indescribable as they may be ...
I want to read the unpublished Gospel!
The Gospel of the eternal silence …
The divine Gospel ...
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