The spirit of rejection finds its support in the consciousness of separateness; the spirit of acceptance finds its base in the consciousness of unity.
Oh, grant me my prayer, that I may never lose the touch of the one in the play of the many.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
It means that God’s Creation has not its source in any necessity; it comes from his fullness of joy; it is his love that creates, therefore in Creation is his own revealment.
Jewel-Like the immortaldoes not boast of its length of yearsbut of the scintillating point of the moment.
I touch God in my songas the hill touched the far-away seawith its waterfall.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.
The pious sectarian is proud because he is confident of his right of possession in God. The man of devotion is meek because he is conscious of God’s right of love over his life and soul.
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
Dreams can never be made captive.
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.
God is neither manifest nor hidden; He is neither revealed nor unrevealed; there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay.
Pessimism is a form of mental dipsomania; it disdains healthy nourishment, indulges in the strong drink of denunciation, and creates an artificial dejection which thirsts for a stronger draught.
This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.
Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.
This principle of opposites is at the very root of Creation, which is divided between the rule of the King and the Queen; Night and Day; the One and the Varied; the Eternal and the Evolving.
Ah, thou hast made my heart captive in the endless meshes of thy music, my master!
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.