A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our own selves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in perfect union.
All men have poetry in their hearts, and it is necessary for them, as much as possible, to express their feelings. For this they must have a medium, moving and pliant, which can refreshingly become their own, age after age. All great languages undergo change. Those languages which resist the spirit of change are doomed and will never produce great harvests of thought and literature. When forms become fixed, the spirit either weakly accepts its imprisonment or rebels. All revolutions consists of the "within" fighting against invasion from "without"... All great human movements are related to some great idea.
Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experience, through our illumined consciousness - how, otherwise, can we know truth?
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
Children are living beings - more living than grown-up people who have built shells of habit around themselves. Therefore it is absolutely necessary for their mental health and development that they should not have mere schools for their lessons, but a world whose guiding spirit is personal love.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
Do not say, "It is morning," and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.
Facts are many, but the truth is one.
For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.
Gross utility kills beauty. We now have all over the world huge production of things, huge organizations, huge administrations of empire - all obstructing the path of life. Civilization is waiting for a great consummation, for an expression of its soul in beauty. This must be your contribution to the world.
He who wants to do good knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gate open.
I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
If anger be the basis of our political activities, the excitement tends to become an end in itself, at the expense of the object to be achieved. side issues then assume an exaggerated importance, and all gravity of thought and action is lost; such excitement is not an exercise of strength, but a display of weakness.
If lifeís journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a palace which has no end, but which we have reached. By exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own. The infant is born in the same universe where lives the adult of ripe mind. But its position is not like a schoolboy who has yet to learn his alphabet, finding himself in a college class. The infant has it own joy of life because the world is not a mere road, but a home, of which it will have more and more as it grows up in wisdom. With our road that gain is at every step, for it is the road and the home in one; it leads us on yet gives us shelter.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.
In love all the contradiction of existence merge themselves and are lost. Only in love are unity and duality not at variance. Love must be one and two at the same time. Only love is motion and rest in one. Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest... Bondage and liberation are not antagonistic in love. for love is most free and at the same time most bound.
In our desire for eternal life we pray for an eternity of our habit and comfort, forgetting that immortality is in repeatedly transcending the definite forms of life in order to pursue the infinite truth of life.
In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. We know that the life of a soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realise the infinite. It is death which is monistic, it has no life in it. But life is dualistic; it has an appearance as well as truth; and death is that appearance, that maya, which is an inseparable companion to life.
In the night we stumble over things and become acutely conscious of their separateness, but the day reveals the unity which embraces them. And the man whose inner vision is bathed in consciousness at once realizes the spiritual unity which reigns over all racial differences, and his mind no longer stumbles over individual facts, accepting them as final. He realizes that peace is an inner harmony and not an outer adjustment, that beauty carries the assurance of our relationship to reality, which waits for its perfection in the response of our love.
Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.
Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.
Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.
Life is perpetually creative because it contains in itself that surplus which ever overflows the boundaries of the immediate time and space, restlessly pursuing its adventure of expression in the varied forms of self-realization.
Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
Love adorns itself; it seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.
Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.
Love gives beauty to everything it touches. Not greed and utility; they produce offices, but not dwelling houses. To be able to love material things, to clothe them with tender grace, and yet not be attached to them, this is a great service. Providence expects that we should make this world our own, and not live in it as though it were a rented tenement. We can only make it our own through some service, and that service is to lend it love and beauty from our soul. Your own experience shows you the difference between the beautiful, the tender, the hospitable, and the mechanically neat and monotonously useful.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
Loveís overbrimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
(Compliation Credit: Alan Smolowe)
