Explore all of the quotations in our Living Book…
Never let us be discouraged with ourselves. It is not when we are conscious of our faults that we are the most wicked, on the contrary, we are less so. We see by a brighter light, and let us remember for our consolation, that we never perceive our sins till we begin to cure them.
The improvement of the mind improves the heart and corrects the understanding.
It was through the feeling of wonder that men now and at first began to philosophize.
The bees visit the flowers here and there, but they make honey of them which is all their own; it is no longer thyme or marjoram: so the pieces borrowed from others he will transform and mix up into a work all his own.
The heart is like a musical instrument of many strings, in which all the chords need to be played in harmony.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing; bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Divine Love always has met and always will meet every human need.
None are superior to what you might become.
I have sought to know myself.
The contemplation of Eternity maketh the Soul immortal.
The mind then transcends prayer… It does not pray a definite prayer, but finds itself in ecstasy in the midst of incomprehensible realities. It is indeed an ignorance superior to knowledge.
A sage is not only kind to the kind but also kind to the unkind.
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
Each one sees what he carries in his heart.
Oh, thou that pinest in the imprisonment of the Actual, and criest bitterly to the gods for a kingdom wherein to rule and create, know this of a truth: the thing thou seekest is already within thee, here and now, couldest thou only see!
The intentness of the soul on the pure Eternal — that is right meditation. It is not the indulgence in fanciful thinking.
By love, bitter things are made sweet and copper turns to gold. By love, the sediment becomes clear and torment is removed. By love, the dead are made to live. By love, the sovereign is made a slave.
If you could see things as they are, not as they appear, you would no longer inflict injuries and pains on your own selves.
His aim should be to concentrate and simplify, and so to expand his being… and so to float upwards towards the divine fountain of being whose stream flows within him.
You grieve for those for whom you should not grieve. The wise grieve neither for the living nor the dead. Never at any time was I not, nor thou, nor these princes of man, nor shall we ever cease to be. The unreal has no being, the real never ceases to be.