You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no read more

You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.

Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
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Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow.

The iron entered into his soul.

The iron entered into his soul.

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, read more

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive read more

Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is read more

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.

I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if read more

I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.