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Here you will read the innermost thoughts and feelings of inspired seekers who have gone before you. Some names you may know… others you will be glad to meet!
You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pastures. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Whoever you are, who read these lines, think about your position and your duties, not upon your position as landowner, merchant, judge, emperor, president, clergyman, priest, or soldier, which temporarily call you, nor of the imaginary duties which these positions impose upon you, but think about your real and eternal condition as a human being.
Thou that has given so much to me, give one thing more: a grateful heart. Not thankful when it please me, as if thy blessings had spare days. But such a heart whose pulse may be thy praise.
You and I are the same. What I have done is surely possible for all. You are the Self now and can never be anything else. Throw your worries to the wind, turn within and find peace.
Cast away your opinion and you are saved. Who hinders you from casting it away?
We oftener say things because we can say them well, than because they are sound and reasonable.
What is the true test of character, unless it be its progressive development in the bustle and turmoil, in the action and reaction of daily life?
The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.
Never say any man is hopeless, because he only represents a character, a bundle of habits, and these can be checked by new and better ones.
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man, that function
Is smother’d in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.
The entire root of your problem is that you cannot get outside of yourself.
Earnest among the thoughtless, awake among the sleeping, the wise man progresses like a racer.
A man’s own vanity is a swindler.
He who strikes terror into others is himself in continual fear.
It is foolish to be surprised when a fig tree produces figs.
If you think you are behaving well then you are wrong, because seeing your own behavior as good is itself a form of pride.
Cease to cherish opinions.
What is man’s chief enemy? Each man is his own.
We endeavor to conceal our vices under the disguises of the opposite virtues.
