The soul that is within me no man can degrade.

The soul that is within me no man can degrade.

The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, read more

The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts --the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria --are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy.

One day I sat thinking, almost in despair; a hand fell on my shoulder and a voice said reassuringly: cheer read more

One day I sat thinking, almost in despair; a hand fell on my shoulder and a voice said reassuringly: cheer up, things could get worse. So I cheered up and, sure enough, things got worse.

The force of selfishness is as inevitable and as calculable as the force of gravitation.

The force of selfishness is as inevitable and as calculable as the force of gravitation.

There comes a time in the seeker's life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the read more

There comes a time in the seeker's life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the beloved. The aspiring soul which he embodies is the lover in him. And the transcendental Self which he reveals from within is his Beloved.

No more duty can be urged upon those who are entering the great theater of life than simple loyalty to read more

No more duty can be urged upon those who are entering the great theater of life than simple loyalty to their best convictions.

I have never been contained except I made the prison.

I have never been contained except I made the prison.

To see ourselves as others see us can be eye-opening. To see others as sharing a nature with ourselves is read more

To see ourselves as others see us can be eye-opening. To see others as sharing a nature with ourselves is the merest decency. But it is from the far more difficult achievement of seeing ourselves amongst others, as a local example of the forms human life has locally taken, a case among cases, a world among worlds, that the largeness of mind, without which objectivity is self-congratulation and tolerance a sham, comes.

We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. read more

We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. When your writing blooms out of the back of this garbage compost, it is very stable. You are not running from anything. You can have a sense of artistic security. If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.