"Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness |
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage. |
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it. |
According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and there |
Age considers; youth ventures. |
All men have poetry in their hearts, and it is necessary for them, as much as possible, to express their feelings. For this they must have a medium, moving and pliant, which can refreshingly become their own, age after age. All great languages undergo change. Those languages which resist the spirit of change are doomed and will never produce great harvests of thought and literature. When forms become fixed, the spirit either weakly accepts its imprisonment or rebels. All revolutions consists of the "within" fighting against invasion from "without"... All great human movements are related to some great idea. |
Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer. |
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated experience, through our illumi |
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. |
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it. |
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. |
By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess. |
Children are living beings - more living than grown-up people who have built shells of habit around themselves. Therefore it is absolutely necessary for their mental health and development that they should not have mere schools for their lessons, but |
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. |
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones - the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically |