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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!
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.
Man, if you are anything at all, strive to walk alone and hold communion with yourself, instead of hiding in the chorus of men. Think, look around, arouse yourself, so that you will know who you are!
You are not broken… you’re just disconnected from the Divine.
Why does no man confess his vices? Because he is yet in them. It is for a waking man to tell his dream.
The bell never rings of itself; unless someone handles or moves it, it is silent.
If he carries out all these rules while he observes himself, a man will record a whole series of very important aspects of his being. To begin with, he will record with unmistakable clearness the fact that his actions, thoughts, feelings, and words are the result of external influences and that nothing comes from himself. He will understand and see that he is in fact an automaton acting under the influences of external stimuli. He will feel his complete mechanicalness. Everything “happens,” he cannot “do” anything. He is a machine controlled by accidental shocks from outside. Each shock calls to the surface one of his “I’s.” A new shock and that ‘I’ disappears and a different one takes its place. Another small change in the environment and again there is a new ‘I.’
To know is to be ignorant. Not to know is the beginning of wisdom.
Grief should be the instructor of the wise… sorrow is knowledge. They who know the most must mourn the deepest o’er the fatal, truth, — the tree of knowledge is not that of life.