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We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
We don't exist unless we are deeply and sensually in touch with that which can be touched but not known.
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human read more
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human life becomes a paradise; the light, the grace, the power, the perfections of that which is highest in your inner consciousness, appear in your everyday life.
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.rn
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.rn
One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, read more
One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.
And that's the world in a nutshell, which is an appropriate receptacle.
And that's the world in a nutshell, which is an appropriate receptacle.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of read more
Memory is the cabinet of the imagination, the treasury of reason, the registry of conscience, and, the council chamber of thought.
We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.
We are made for larger ends than Earth can encompass. Oh, let us be true to our exalted destiny.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.