Despite the many differences that seem to exist between peoples the world over — regardless of culture, tradition, environment, or heredity — there is but one seeker, one search, and one sacred object of our desire. The celestial source of this sacred being doesn’t just live within us… we are, in fact, one with it.
God loveth those who are pure. Naught in the Bayan and in the sight of God is more loved than purity and immaculate cleanliness… God desireth not to see, in the Dispensation of the Bayan, any soul deprived of joy and radiance.
He indeed desireth that under all conditions, all may be adorned with such purity, both inwardly and outwardly, that no repugnance may be caused even to themselves, how much less unto others.
The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.
We ought never to be afraid to repeat an ancient truth when we feel that we can make it more striking by a neater turn, or bring it alongside of another truth, which may make it clearer, and thereby accumulate evidence. It belongs to the inventive faculty to see clearly the relative state of things, and to be able to place them in connection, but the discoveries of past ages belong less to their first authors than to those who make them practically useful to the world.
He who loves God cannot endeavor that God should love him in return.
Peace of mind produces right values,
right values produce right thoughts.
Right thoughts produce right actions
and right actions produce
work which will be a
for others to see
of the serenity
of it all.
The beauty of the world is Christ’s tender smile for us, coming through matter.
All insight, all revelation, all illumination, all love, all that is genuine, all that is real, lies in now — and in the attempt to find now we approach the inner precincts, the holiest part of life. For in time all things are seeking completion, but in now all things are complete.
So many things which once had distressed or revolted him — the speeches and pronouncements of the learned, their assertions and their prohibitions, their refusal to allow the universe to move — are seemed to him now merely ridiculous, non-existent, compared with the Majestic Reality, the flood of energy, which now revealed itself to him: omnipresent, unalterable in its truth, relentless in its development, untouchable in its serenity, maternal and unfailing in its protectiveness.
Truths, which enter with affection, are reproduced.
Liberty is not in any form of government. It is in the heart of free man; he carries it with him everywhere.
The longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth: that God governs in the affairs of men.
There is a deep significance concealed, connecting man, when he once has felt it, with the highest truths of the invisible world.
We may quarrel with men about things on Earth, but we never quarrel about the Great Spirit.
To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live, according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust.
The wise man recognizes the idea of the Good within him.
Language does not touch the one who lives in each of us.
The more detached and the purer the prayer, the more acceptable is it in the presence of God.
The perception of the sun by an astronomer and by a scientist is far inferior to the seeing of the invisible God and it is inferior to the knowledge that comes from God.
I want to know His thoughts, the rest are details.
In the presence of greater meaning all lesser meanings that fill our ordinary mind full to the brim, shrink to their true proportions, and cease to steal from us. For in the presence of greater meaning we are redeemed from everything small and trivial and absurd.
More than all things, love silence. It brings you a fruit that tongue cannot describe. In the beginning we have to force ourselves to be silent. But then there is born something that draws us to silence. May God give you an experience of this “something” that is born of silence. If you only practice this, untold light will dawn on you in consequence. After a while a certain sweetness is born in the heart of this exercise and the body is drawn almost by force to remain in silence.
Suffering, if it does not diminish love, will transport you to the furthest shore.
It’s the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
The most certain sign of wisdom is continual cheerfulness; her state is like that of things in the regions above the moon, always clear and serene.