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From delusion lead me to Truth. From darkness lead me to Light. From death lead me to Immortality.
The progress of man on this earth is a slow awakening, and every poetical or artistic vision and every discovery is an awakening;
why, O travellers, are you asleep? These sounds before and behind are the din of departure
With each moment a soul and a spirit is setting off into the Void.
For tonight the teeming world gives birth to the world everlasting.
Thou wert dust and art a spirit, thou wert ignorant and art wise.
What has been a Light for a few shall be in time a Light for all.
Other spiritual leaders say they found Truth. Reason tells us that Truth must be One. We know that science is perpetual progress, but that the spirit of science which leads the scientific world into their great adventure is one. We know that there are great poems composed in languages past and present, that those poems are poetry, but that the spirit of poetry is one. We know there are many sacred books and that there are different religions, but if we read the sacred books carefully and spiritually, we see that the highest in them, their most spiritual and moral elements, is one. And we know
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The Truth of the universe must be One, even as the spirit of science, of poetry, and of religion and humanity is one.
Science walks on the earth. Poetry flies above the earth. Both are necessary for the progress of man;
but neither love, nor the good, nor the beautiful can be seen by the telescope or the microscope. This is why the poetry of the past is never old as the science of the past is.
It is a silence of the mind. We are in the region of poetry and art, where there is greater joy and love.
This cannot be reached by thought, because thought is sound not silence,
Where there is creation there is progress. Where there is no creation there is no progress:
Where there is joy there is creation. Where there is no joy there is no creation:
The love of the Beautiful, the true religion of Greece,
To see the beauty of nature and art is to see the truth of art and nature, and to see the beauty of the universe is to see the truth of the universe.
Love is beauty and beauty is truth, and this is why in the beauty of a flower we can see the truth of the universe.
We will think of the man who speaks ill of us with thoughts of love, and in our thoughts of love shall we dwell.
And from that abode of love we will fill the whole world with far-reaching, wide-spreading, boundless love’.
On the right there is the wrong path that leads to desire for things of the earth, and on the left the wrong path that leads to desire for things of heaven.
There are men who have no vision, and yet they speak many words.
Of what use are words of wisdom to the man who is unwise? Of what use is a lamp to a man who is blind?
The narrow-minded man thinks and says: ‘This man is one of us; this one is not, he is a stranger. To the man of noble soul the whole of mankind is but one family’.
We do not know whether he is the body, or in the body, or other than the body whilst alive: how can we know whether after the death of the body he is dead?
May the evil man become good, and may the good man have peace. May he who has peace become free, and may he who is free make others free.
How can there be laughter, how can there be pleasure, when the whole world is burning? When you are in deep darkness, will you not ask for a lamp?
Every moment of our life is a new life and an old death: we die in a past that is gone and we live in a future to come,
‘Better than a thousand useless words is one single word that gives peace’.
Hear the essence of thousands of sacred books: To help others is virtue; to hurt others is sin.
We have to learn the paradox that to want not to think about something is in fact to be thinking about that something;
What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: our life is the creation of our mind.
For hate is not conquered by hate: hate is conquered by love. This is a law eternal.
Watchfulness is the path of immortality: unwatchfulness is the path of death. Those who are watchful never die: those who do not watch are already as dead.
Like a fish which is thrown on dry land, taken from his home in the waters, the mind strives and struggles to get free from the power of Death.
For before long, how sad! this body will lifeless lie on the earth, cast aside like a useless log.
An enemy can hurt an enemy, and a man who hates can harm another man; but a man's own mind, if wrongly directed, can do him a far greater harm.
A father or a mother, or a relative, can indeed do good to a man; but his own right-directed mind can do to him a far greater good.
As from a large heap of flowers many garlands and wreaths can be made, so by a mortal in this life there is much good work to be done.
If a fool can see his own folly, he in this at least is wise; but the fool who thinks he is wise, he indeed is the real fool.
A fool who thinks he is wise goes through life with himself as his enemy, and he ever does wrong deeds which in the end bear bitter fruit.
A wrong action may not bring its reaction at once, even as fresh milk turns not sour at once: like a smouldering fire concealed under ashes it consumes the wrongdoer, the fool.
Better than a thousand useless words is one single word that gives peace.
Better than a hundred years lived in vice, without contemplation, is one single day of life lived in virtue and in deep contemplation.
Painful is the accumulation of wrongdoings.
Hold not a sin of little worth, thinking ‘this is little to me’. The falling of drops of water will in time fill a water-jar. Even so the foolish man becomes full of evil, although he gather it little by little.
Hold not a deed of little worth, thinking ‘this is little to me’. The falling of drops of water will in time fill a water-jar. Even so the wise man becomes full of good, although he gather it little by little.
Neither in the sky, nor deep in the ocean, nor in a mountain-cave, nor anywhere, can a man be free from the evil he has done.
Neither in the sky, nor deep in the ocean, nor in a mountain-cave, nor anywhere, can a man be free from the power of death.
All beings tremble before danger, all fear death. When a man considers this, he does not kill or cause to kill.
