May my soul bloom in love for all existence.

May my soul bloom in love for all existence.

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the read more

The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.

The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes read more

The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do.

God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be read more

God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of the players, (ie everybody), to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, read more

Nothing is lost yet, nothing broken, and yet the cold blue word is spoken: say goodbye now to the Sun, the days of love and leaves are done.

The celestial order and the beauty of the universe compel me to
admit that there is some excellent and read more

The celestial order and the beauty of the universe compel me to
admit that there is some excellent and eternal Being, who
deserves the respect and homage of men.

The crux is that the vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing.

The crux is that the vast majority of the mass of the universe seems to be missing.

A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe, a part limited in time and space. read more

A human being is a part of the whole, called by us Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest--a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty.

Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent. Be what nature intended you read more

Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed; be anything else, and you will be ten thousands times worse than nothing.