Man is like the foam of the sea, that floats upon the surface of the water. When the wind blows, it vanishes, as if it had never been. Thus are our lives blown away by Death.

Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.

Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you cannot walk nor even creep." Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"

Knowledge and understanding are life's faithful companions who will never prove untrue to you. For knowledge is your crown, and understanding your staff; and when they are with you, you can possess no greater treasures.

No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons

God has placed in each soul an apostle to lead us upon the illumined path. Yet many seek life from without, unaware that is within them.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.

And all knowledge is vain save when there is work, and all work is empty save when there is love; and when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you injure him you will always remember.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

A little knowledge that acts is worth infinitely more than much knowledge that is idle.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it simply.

Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'

What the soul knows is often unknown to the man who has a soul. We are infinitely more than we think.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness

The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.

Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

In battling evil, excess is good; for he who is moderate in announcing the truth is presenting half-truth. He conceals the other half out of fear of people's wrath.

The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain.

Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you cannot walk nor even creep." Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"

Yet has not Man wept at the sounds? And are not his tears eloquent understanding?