To
M y M other
' od t' oug' t, and the Universe became .
VI I
P erfection of Spirit .
VIII
' orgiveness is enl ightenment .
I'
The Universe i s the Unity of all
being .
Truth and beauty are one, together they are
love .
' I
images— not cerebral , but celestial .
' I I
' II I
Time and space are material hal lucinations .
' IV
' opes are the fire-flies of destiny .
' V
An appreciation of intel lect is an exhibition
of brains .
' VI
A' l ibrary i s a garden— the reader gathers
wisdom f and i ' it.
XVII
Spiritual attainments are the oases in the
desert of l ife— material 'oys are the mirages .
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Out of suffering i s al l beauty built— after a
storm comes the rainbow, after soul-torm ent
comes peace .
XX
Our existence o n this earth is an episode
our Life of which death is but an incident .
As measured as the tides of ocean are the
carnations of the soul .
XXII
M emory is not only a facul ty of the mind ,
i t an attribute of the sou l .
XXII I
T-o-day' s ideal ists are true
to-morrow .
' XIV
universe .
' ' V
Inspiration comes to one l ike the remem
brance of a long forgotten poem .
XXVI
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One of the greatest experiences of earthly
l ife is the abil ity to travel around the world
nay,the Universe, inside the four walls of
home .
XXVII I
The powers of the soul are vaster than the
giddy whirl ing of the planets,and deeper
than solemn hand of fate .
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' od is the great P ositive ; this world is the
negative . We cannot appreciate day without
night ; l ight without darkness ; rest without
labor ; peace without suffering. The world
was made that man might gl impse m ortal ity— might see what ' od i s not, that in the l ife
everlasting he may thereby understand that
which ' od IS .
XXX
Not through t' e accumulation of learningbut through the cul tivation of our uncon
scious perceptions,do we enter— spiritual ly
educated,
-into the real i' ation that Eternity
is here and now
XXXI
T' e Universe is a spiritual symphony, and
our souls are being tuned to the Music of the
Spheres .
' XXII
The poem of the sea was created when ' od
rhymed the Wind and Waves .
' XXIII
Art i s a mirror in which are reflected the
emotions of the soul .
XXXIV
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I t is more important for a true friend
in sympathy with one ' s 'oys than
SOYTOVVS .
XXXVI
A true friend is that person with whom one
can safely ai r an a tom of one ' s inner con
sciousness ; pour out a drop from each of the
varied phial s of one ' s thought l aboratory .
XXXVI I
The most torrid wrath is cooled by time
moss as soft as velvet wil l grow on the hard
' st stone .
XXXVII I
Wit is the language of the intel lect ; gentle
ness, the Speech of the soul .
' XXI'
T' e day is da' ' l ing or grey, but always l ight .
I t i s a statement of fact . We see no farther
than our earth— the sun gives l ight,the sky
is but an airy and cerulean covering . The
night is interrogatory, it is an imm ense ' ues
tion . The world then is but a fragment of
the whole . The vastness of the firm am ent
is beyond our grasp,we ask ' od Why and
What and Where .
' L
One day we shal l learn that the Universe
would not be perfect without us ; we are an
eternal and complete part of the great whole ,
therefore we are the whole .
Each ego represents the Universe .
' LI
To be a philosopher one must first possess the
charming credul ity of a child . The youngest
looks with wonderment upon the common
place,
- it i s thus that a wise man contem
plates the Universe .
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Meditations are moments in l ife ' s 'ourney in
which we pause, contemplate our souls, and
then resume the tediousness of the hours .
We do not measure spi ritual values by the
sands of the hour-glass but by the il l imitable
and everlasting pul se-beats of eternity .
XLIV
Our souls are constantly rising to a higher
plane of thought and beauty ; sometimes we
are unconscious of this ascending but ever it
surges within us .
' LV
Looking down from a lofty and wooded
mountain trai l upon a ferti le and busy valley
is a revelation of ' eity. The people below
are but puppets— marionettes, — and one
seems to play the part of master of the fete .
They are animated,l ive
,die
,work
,play
,fail
and prosper,only by one ' s wil l .
XLVI
An artist is he who can express the nebulous
ideas of a dreamer . ' e can change the poi
son of haunting m emories into the nectar of
beautiful dreams . The medium of express ion
matters not— writing, painting, music— or
the gentle and heroic deeds of an unselfish
soul .
' LVI I
' usk lends mystery prosaic .
November ' ay .
B elow , grey sea— white-foamed and roaring,
Above— grey sky, a white gul l soaring .
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