Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.
At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work, and all work is empty save when there is love; and when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.
The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.
Let your best be for your friend.
Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings.
Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.
And only the sure of foot can give a hand to him who stumbles.
Yesterday is ever jealous of...tomorrow.
Limited love asks for possession of the beloved, but the unlimited asks only for itself.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
Love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
What is fear of need but need itself?
How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth?
The teacher gives not of his wisdom, but rather of his faith and lovingness.
Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.
For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.
The highest virtue here may be least in another world.
Most people who ask for advice from others have already resolved to act as it pleases them.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping, For only the hand of God can contain your hearts.
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