Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
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I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
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Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the Dawn has come.
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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
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If life's journey be endless where is its goal? The answer is, it is everywhere. We are in a palace which has no end, but which we have reached. By exploring it and extending our relationship with it we are ever making it more and more our own. The i
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Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
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Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
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Man has a fund of emotional energy which is not all occupied with his self-preservation. This surplus seeks its outlet in the creation of art, for man's civilization is built upon his surplus... In everyday life, when we are mostly moved by our habit
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The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.
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Love's over brimming mystery joins death and life. It has filled my cup of pain with joy.
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Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance.
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The realization of our soul has its moral and its spiritual side. The moral side represents training of unselfishness, control of desire; the spiritual side represents sympathy and love. They should be taken together and never separated. The cultivation of the merely moral side of our nature leads us to the dark region of narrowness and hardness of heart, to the intolerant arrogance of goodness; and the cultivation of the merely spiritual side of our nature leads us to a still darker region of revelry in intemperance of imagination.
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In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
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Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come.
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Let us not pray to be sheltered from dangers but to be fearless when facing them.
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Death is not extinguishing the light It is simply putting out the lamp Because the dawn has come
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In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
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No civilized society can thrive upon victims, whose humanity has been permanently mutilated.
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Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
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The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps
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What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.
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A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
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A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
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The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
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Objects of knowledge maintain an infinite distance from us who are the knowers. For knowledge is not union. Therefore the further world of freedom awaits us there where we reach truth, not through feeling it by senses or knowing it by reason, but thr
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Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
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I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
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We can make truth ours by actively modulating its inter-relations. This is the work of art; for reality is not based in the substance of things but in the principle of relationship. Truth is the infinite pursued by metaphysics; fact is the infinite p
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We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do. Cruelty... is a fundamental sin, and admits of no arguments or nice distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, it protests against cruelty, is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us - in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank.
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The fountain of death makes the still waters of life play.
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