These love self, not life, and self is but the shadow of life. When it is taken for life itself, and set as the man’s center, it becomes a live death in the man, a devil he worships as his God: the worm of the death eternal he clasps to his bosom as his one joy.
I knew now, that it is by loving, and not by being loved, that one can come nearest the soul of another; yea, that, where two love, it is the loving of each other, and not the being loved by each other, that originates and perfects and assures their blessedness.
Death alone from death can save. Love is death, and so is brave – Love can fill the deepest grave. Love loves on beneath the wave.
I awoke one morning with the usual perplexity of mind which accompanies the return of consciousness.
I might here find the magic word of power to banish the demon and set me free, so that I should no longer be a man beside myself.
Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home. You thought you were at home where I found you: if that had been your home, you could not have left it. Nobody can leave home.
Let a man do right, not trouble himself about worthless opinion; the less he heeds tongues, the less difficult will he find it to love men.
The true man trusts in a strength which is not his, and which he does not feel, does not even always desire.
A devil – “A power that lives against its life.
If the Lord were to appear this day in England as once in Palestine, He would not come in the halo of the painters or with that wintry shine of effeminate beauty, of sweet weakness, in which it is their helpless custom to represent Him.
Surely this youth will not serve our ends,′ said I, ‘for he weeps.’ “The old woman smiled. ‘Past tears are present strength,’ said she. “‘Oh!’ said my brother, ‘I saw you weep once over an eagle you shot.’ “‘That was because it was so like you, brother,’ I replied; ‘but indeed, this youth may have better cause for tears than that – I was wrong.’ “’Wait.
Ye’re a scholar – that’s easy to see, for a’ ye’re sae plain spoken. It dis a body’s hert guid to hear a man ‘at un’erstan’s things say them plain oot i’ the tongue his mither taucht him. Sic a ane ‘ill gang straucht till’s makker, an’ fin’ a’thing there hame-like. Lord, I wuss minnisters wad speyk like ither fowk!
A candle is not lighted for itself; neither is a man. The light that serves self only, is no true light; its one virtue is that it will soon go out.
Difficulties It often seems to those in earnest about the right as if all things conspired to prevent their progress. This, of course, is but an appearance, arising in part from this, that the pilgrim must be headed back from the side-paths into which he is constantly wandering.
Although I had as yet no right to the honours of a knight, I ventured to conclude that the chamber was indeed intended for me; and, opening.
Foreseeing is not understanding, else surely the prophecy latent in man would come oftener to the surface!
How can beauty and ugliness dwell so near? Even with her altered complexion and her face of dislike; disenchanted of the belief that clung around her; known for a living, walking sepulchre, faithless, deluding, traitorous; I felt notwithstanding all this, that she was beautiful.
What did you mean by speaking so about the Ash?” She rose and looked out of the little window.
I rose and looked over her shoulder. I had just time to see, across the open space, on the edge of the denser forest, a single large ash-tree, whose.
To be right with God is to be right with the universe: one with the power, the love, the will of the mighty Father, the cherisher of joy, the Lord of laughter, whose are all glories, all hopes, who loves everything and hates nothing but selfishness.