A great man is one who collects knowledge the way a bee collects honey and uses it to help people overcome the difficulties they endure - hunger, ignorance and disease!
- Nikola Tesla
Remember, remember always, that all of us, and you and I especially, are descended from immigrants and revolutionists.
- Franklin Roosevelt
While their territory has been devastated and their homes despoiled, the spirit of the Serbian people has not been broken.
- Woodrow Wilson
The present volume collects essays and articles written by Bishop Ignatije on man within history and within the Church; on the roots of the Church according to Saint Maximus the Confessor; on how God views us through love; about a call to rediscover our true self in our neighbor; on reconciliation in society and policy; on iconising that which is to come seen in the Iconography of Stamatis Skliris.
Како је чувени амерички репортер путовао нашим ратиштем у лето 1915. године, шта је видео и забележио и због чега су ти текстови нашег читаоца чекали шездесет година...
У августовском броју њујоршког месечника „Метрополитен” лета 1915. године на ударним странама, 3–9, али и 53–57, појавио се први текст младог али већ славног репортера Џона Рида илустрован цртежима Канађанина Бордмана Робинсона. После наслова „Србија између битака” потекле су речи:
„Истрљали смо се од главе до пете камфоровим уљем, намазали косу петролеумом, напунили џепове куглицама против мољаца и попрскали пртљаг нафталином, укрцали смо се у воз тако натопљен формалином да су нас очи и плућа пекли као од негашеног креча. Американци из филијале ’Стандард ојла’ у Солуну дошетали су да се с нама последњи пут опросте.
The Mystical Light of the Great Church and its Architectural Dress
by Charalambos P. Stathakis
Dear reader, as you run like the rest of us along the dizzy main road, stop, stay aside for a while. Let the others be dizzy, and take the secret underground trail, which will lead you through the dewdrops of the leaves, the crystal smile of the sun, the city’s underground galler- ies, your knowledge, and your feelings, to the doorstep of the Hagia Sophia. Because all dew- drops, all sunrays, and all beauty lead there. That is what you will be told by my friend, the author, whom I am fond of and whom I send you to, Charalambos Stathakis: the doctor, the warm and humane researcher, the scientist devoted to his work and his patients, who has given a series of scientific papers, who, nevertheless, retains a nest of beauty untouched in his heart, which makes him outstanding—even though he is not a specialist in architecture, nor a historian, nor a theologian, nor a Byzantinist—it makes him stand out in all these together and in entirety.
