Most miserable Is the desire that’s glorious: blest be those, How mean soe’er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)

Most miserable Is the desire that’s glorious: blest be those, How mean soe’er, that have their honest wills, Which seasons comfort. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you. William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
In the corrupted currents of this world Offence’s gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft ’tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But ’tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature; and we ourselves compell’d, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults, To give in evidence. […]
When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And When his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And When he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as […]
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)
What is needed, rather than running away or controlling or suppressing or any other resistance, is understanding fear; that means, watch it, learn about it, come directly into contact with it. We are to learn about fear, not how to escape from it. Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)
The inner life is the root of the outer one. What is created there, is eventually expressed here. Paul Brunton (1898 – 1981)
If there is so much friction, violence, and tension in the world, it is only because so many individual persons themselves are inwardly experiencing these things… If there is so little real peace in the world, it is only because there is so little real peace in the individuals who live in the world. Paul Brunton (1898 – 1981)
Every time that a fragment of inexpressible truth passes into words that, although they are not able to contain the truth that inspired them, have by their order a perfect correspondence with truth that furnishes support to every spirit that wants to find it. Simone Weil (1909 – 1943)
We do not enter into the truth without having passed through our own nothingness; without having sojourned for a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation. Simone Weil (1909 – 1943)