Each minute, each moment, man is saying or thinking ‘I’. And each time his ‘I’ is different. Just now it was a thought, now it is a desire, now a sensation, now another thought, and so on, endlessly. Man is a plurality. Man’s name is legion. P. D. Ouspensky (1878 – 1947)
One Love it is that pervades the whole world, few there are who know it fully: They are blind who hope to see it by the light of reason, that reason which is the cause of separation. Kabir (circa 1398 – 1518)
When experience is complete, there is no residue — that is the beauty of life. Jiddu Krishnamurti (1895 – 1986)
There are forces in you working upon you all the time to make you awaken, to heal you, to cure you — if you can only listen to them. Maurice Nicoll (1884 – 1953)
It’s clear that a lot of us are feeling anxious these days. Between wars and political disputes and economic uncertainties — all of which seem to affect us daily, we’re all facing challenges. And to add to the discomfort, it seems like there’s very little we personally can do to resolve anything. Yes, the world feels like it’s in turmoil. […]
Isn’t it phenomenal that we spend our lives trying to produce powers for ourselves to protect and keep in place all the things that we believe are necessary for us to have a life with the least possible worry? And yet, our days are consumed with spending thought and emotional energy trying to figure out how this change affects that, […]
The opposites are thieves because what you build on one is undermined by the other. Or, to put it differently, joy leads to sorrow. But whatever is built in the centre cannot be taken from you. Maurice Nicoll (1884 – 1953)
Man’s sensitivity to little things and insensitivity to the greatest things are marks of a strange disorder. Blaise Pascal (1623 – 1662)
We are surrounded by a wall built of our conceptions of the world, and are unable to look over this wall at the real world. P. D. Ouspensky (1878 – 1947)
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless. […]
