Truth comes as conqueror only to those who have lost the art of receiving it as friend |
Want of love is a degree of callousness; for love is the perfection of consciousness. We do not love because we do not comprehend, or rather we do not comprehend because we do not love. For love is the ultimate meaning of everything around us. It is |
We [poets] set men free from their desires. |
We believe that mere movement is life, and that the more velocity it has, the more it expresses vitality. |
We can look upon a road from two different points of view. One regards it as dividing us from the object of desire; in that case we count every step of our journey over it as something attained by force in the face of obstruction. The other sees it a |
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 |
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. |
We could have no communication whatever with our surroundings if they were absolutely foreign to us. Man is reaping success every day, and that shows there is a rational connection between him and nature, for we never can make anything our own except |
We do not raise our hands to the void for things beyond hope. |
We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony. Our temple of worship is there where outw |
We gain freedom when we have paid the full price for our right to live. |
We live in this world when we love it. |
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us |
We try to realize the essential unity of the world with the conscious soul of man; we learn to perceive the unity held together by the one Eternal Spirit, whose power creates the earth, the sky, and the stars, and at the same time irradiates our mind. |
What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real. |