A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.

It was always the poor grass that suffered most when two kings went to war.

If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars

At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate to be shut; but I find that yet there is time.

Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.

Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of toil.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Whenever our life is stirred by truth, it expresses energy and comes to be filled, as it were, with a creative ardor. This consciousness of the creative urge is evidence of the force of truth...

The child learns so easily because he has a natural gift, but adults, because they are tyrants, ignore natural gifts and say that children must learn through the same process that they learned by. We...

The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

TRUTH in her dress finds facts too tight. In fiction she moves with ease.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

It is the continual and stupendous dead pressure of this inhuman upon the living human under which the modern world is groaning. Not merely the subject races, but you who live under the delusion that...

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

Those who own much have much to fear

In the dualism of death and life there is a harmony. We know that the life of a soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals...

The revilement of the infinite in the finite, which is the motive of all creation, is not seen in its perfection in the starry heavens, in the beauty of the flowers. It is in the...

Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man.

To thee, to thee, my fire! Thou hast been burning in my heart all these futile years. If my life were a piece of gold it would come out of its trial brighter, but it...

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

If you shut your door to all errors truth will be shut out.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travelers to cross their strictly guarded borders

Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. For life is a creative idea; it can only find itself in changing forms

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.

Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony which is in the universal being; truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind. We individuals approach it through our own mistakes and blunders, through our accumulated...

In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if we stop at that point and concern ourselves only with the marvels of...

Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the...

In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion – Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial –...

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones – the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically

In our desire for eternal life we pray for an eternity of our habit and comfort, forgetting that immortality is in repeatedly transcending the definite forms of life in order to pursue the infinite truth...

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.

Yet when, one day, standing on the outskirts of Yokohama town, bristling with its display of modern miscellanies, I watched the sunset in your southern sea, and saw its peace and majesty among your pine-clad...

Want of love is a degree of callousness; for love is the perfection of consciousness. We do not love because we do not comprehend, or rather we do not comprehend because we do not love....

The smile that flickers on baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anybody know where it was borne? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of...

Life’s errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.

Things are distinct not in their essence but in their appearance; in other words, in their relation to one to whom they appear. This is art, the truth of which is not in substance or...

The young student sits with his head bent over his books, and his mind straying in youth’s dreamland; where prose is prowling on the desk and poetry hiding in the heart.

Travolti dal torrente dell’incertezza, i nostri sogni hanno teso le bracciaPer afferrare la terra.In mattoni e pietra si irrigidisconoi loro sogni e così sono state costruitele città dell’uomo.

Every difficulty slurred over will be a ghost to disturb your repose later on.

I believe that there is an ideal hovering over the earth, an ideal of that Paradise which is not the mere outcome of imagination, but the ultimate reality towards which all things are moving. I...

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music… The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never...

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

When we accept any discipline for ourselves, we try to avoid everything except that which is necessary for our purpose; it is this purposefulness, which belongs to the adult mind, that we force upon school...

If only they let me, I’ll go right into the dense forest where you can’t find your way. And where the honey-sipping hummingbird rocks himself on the end of the thinnest branch, I will flower...

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.