To

M y M other

' od t' oug' t, and the Universe became .

VI I

P erfection of Spirit .

VIII

' orgiveness is enl ightenment .

I'

The Universe i s the Unity of all

being .

Truth and beauty are one, together they are

love .

' I

images— not cerebral , but celestial .

' I I

' II I

Time and space are material hal lucinations .

' IV

' opes are the fire-flies of destiny .

' V

An appreciation of intel lect is an exhibition

of brains .

' VI

A' l ibrary i s a garden— the reader gathers

wisdom f and i ' it.

XVII

Spiritual attainments are the oases in the

desert of l ife— material 'oys are the mirages .

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Out of suffering i s al l beauty built— after a

storm comes the rainbow, after soul-torm ent

comes peace .

XX

Our existence o n this earth is an episode

our Life of which death is but an incident .

As measured as the tides of ocean are the

carnations of the soul .

XXII

M emory is not only a facul ty of the mind ,

i t an attribute of the sou l .

XXII I

T-o-day' s ideal ists are true

to-morrow .

' XIV

universe .

' ' V

Inspiration comes to one l ike the remem

brance of a long forgotten poem .

XXVI

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One of the greatest experiences of earthly

l ife is the abil ity to travel around the world

nay,the Universe, inside the four walls of

home .

XXVII I

The powers of the soul are vaster than the

giddy whirl ing of the planets,and deeper

than solemn hand of fate .

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' od is the great P ositive ; this world is the

negative . We cannot appreciate day without

night ; l ight without darkness ; rest without

labor ; peace without suffering. The world

was made that man might gl impse m ortal ity— might see what ' od i s not, that in the l ife

everlasting he may thereby understand that

which ' od IS .

XXX

Not through t' e accumulation of learningbut through the cul tivation of our uncon

scious perceptions,do we enter— spiritual ly

educated,

-into the real i' ation that Eternity

is here and now

XXXI

T' e Universe is a spiritual symphony, and

our souls are being tuned to the Music of the

Spheres .

' XXII

The poem of the sea was created when ' od

rhymed the Wind and Waves .

' XXIII

Art i s a mirror in which are reflected the

emotions of the soul .

XXXIV

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I t is more important for a true friend

in sympathy with one ' s 'oys than

SOYTOVVS .

XXXVI

A true friend is that person with whom one

can safely ai r an a tom of one ' s inner con

sciousness ; pour out a drop from each of the

varied phial s of one ' s thought l aboratory .

XXXVI I

The most torrid wrath is cooled by time

moss as soft as velvet wil l grow on the hard

' st stone .

XXXVII I

Wit is the language of the intel lect ; gentle

ness, the Speech of the soul .

' XXI'

T' e day is da' ' l ing or grey, but always l ight .

I t i s a statement of fact . We see no farther

than our earth— the sun gives l ight,the sky

is but an airy and cerulean covering . The

night is interrogatory, it is an imm ense ' ues

tion . The world then is but a fragment of

the whole . The vastness of the firm am ent

is beyond our grasp,we ask ' od Why and

What and Where .

' L

One day we shal l learn that the Universe

would not be perfect without us ; we are an

eternal and complete part of the great whole ,

therefore we are the whole .

Each ego represents the Universe .

' LI

To be a philosopher one must first possess the

charming credul ity of a child . The youngest

looks with wonderment upon the common

place,

- it i s thus that a wise man contem

plates the Universe .

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Meditations are moments in l ife ' s 'ourney in

which we pause, contemplate our souls, and

then resume the tediousness of the hours .

We do not measure spi ritual values by the

sands of the hour-glass but by the il l imitable

and everlasting pul se-beats of eternity .

XLIV

Our souls are constantly rising to a higher

plane of thought and beauty ; sometimes we

are unconscious of this ascending but ever it

surges within us .

' LV

Looking down from a lofty and wooded

mountain trai l upon a ferti le and busy valley

is a revelation of ' eity. The people below

are but puppets— marionettes, — and one

seems to play the part of master of the fete .

They are animated,l ive

,die

,work

,play

,fail

and prosper,only by one ' s wil l .

XLVI

An artist is he who can express the nebulous

ideas of a dreamer . ' e can change the poi

son of haunting m emories into the nectar of

beautiful dreams . The medium of express ion

matters not— writing, painting, music— or

the gentle and heroic deeds of an unselfish

soul .

' LVI I

' usk lends mystery prosaic .

November ' ay .

B elow , grey sea— white-foamed and roaring,

Above— grey sky, a white gul l soaring .

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